18 Oct Agnus Dei
Posted at 16:19h
in Poems
From the flock of Abraham
One has strayed for the damned
Before our father was, I AM
Vae victis, Christus Victor
At the cusp of a promised land
Trodding thunder, a slaughtered lamb
No bleating nor blemishes be
Agnus Dei
From a flock of spots and lines
God in a holy gale behind
Turned not from the road and winde
Nec sinistrorsum nec dextrorsum
At the brink of the sea I will find
You awash alone in the brine
Wet and white of wool will be
Agnus Dei