They waited long upon the silent lambs of peace
Captured the possession and the blind ones’ purse
Hidden but linked to an heir and by fairest fields
pursued
They wandered ever onward in sightless passion-ed
flight
Comings of walls and their tearing down to dust
Opened the mysteries which from countless ages
followed
Yet still they waited not carried by love’s
vicarious stripes
All gone astray in deceitful paths each coveting
heart
Seeing not the part that with the fallen, lambs found
their rest
Amongst the transgressors they knew them not
Nor understood the perfect glory of their disgrace
Un-esteemed of them that thought they knew his name
Cleavings of a stony heart and clouds depart
From what was lost and wasted love was raised to
fill
The gap and rushed up from a buried deep between the
Ranks and fortresses of all age-beleaguered
thought
Followed by a foolish few the broken blind were
linked
For them love’s patterned words that let the light
shine in
Pierced through they shone for those that went
beneath
And torn the blind ones’ purse by perfect mystery
known
None but the seeing blind would think wealth lay in
loss
And bliss could be in being turned the other way
around
That the purse contained the means of being back to
front
Blind-silent lambs of peace all those made perfect
from it
Out from the darkest depths they then rapidly appeared
Set against a sky of night as newborn stars
No more a disfiguring cup of trembling in their hand
Theirs now the day and ‘the-thought-they-saw’ the
night
Roles reversed the mighty from their thrones removed
Crowds roared as the freed broken-open cheered
And travelling faster than the speed of light
Spun the world about as inner life turned inside out
And the dark was light wherever the world was new
