Up
from the well of ‘Don’t Know’
Springs
the Life which knows for me
If
I should drink any deadly thing
It
shall not harm me for it is turned
I
buffet my body it shall not rule me
And
I am helped to bear the truth
It
does not help me for it is against me
Daily
I bring it softly down to rise up
Nothing
of me works any life in me
Life
and truth is all not of my own self
I
cry and the white herons cry and rise
They
take up nothing from my mind
They
know where I know not my self
And
from there they take me with them
They
walk in the sanctuary lifting my cry
I
cannot for joy find fault with my pain
Wings
dipped with love’s living things
There
are no words where they fly
Gold
on silver their light emerald eyes
Look
through the veil see my heart cry
Turned
they can ascend and descend
There
is no ladder other than love
They
hold the broken pieces of me
And
loving bear my heart heavenward
They
carry a vial filled with my tears
They
bear it in ecstasy born of their love
Angel
eyed they wait to serve and give life
No
fear can harm where they are allowed
The
world in its darkness sees not Light
Taken
up I am turned I see the difference
Not
of myself am I split asunder to see it
In
this cleft is my heart born up to heaven
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