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Incarnation
Arise, starborn, from grains of time
To plumb creations depth,
From fire of raging suns and ruins
Of sere and long since dusty flesh,
Arise, in mute and measured dance,
To trace the forms of circumstance.
Adrift within this chalice of stars,
Impaled on dreams of shifting shape,
A rush of wings within your heart,
A veil of tears about you draped,
Hither borne and witless cast
On fluent tides of future and past.
What, though the flood of time receives
In endless ebbs and flows,
In labyrinthine caverns deep
Its trove of consecrated bones?
A fine-spun ecstasy comes crashing
Through the tender, graven shield
That, shimmering, we hold aloft
Yet always, in the end, we yield--
For love, forlorn, for lost and latent harbor torn
From truth and longing to unfurl the night
And sail through fearless waters to the light.
- Susan Davis Glazier
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