Walkin on Air
Because It Is...
It is because it is and yet not.
Love is onerous to be kept
in an alabaster box
like Magdalene's ointment:
a subtle paradox
of the divine appointment,
illumination of the anointing
that requires daily dreary suffering
in God's glory and dispels Pestilence,
that ancient curse on our sojourn
through physical illusion and levity
of the death knell
tolled in crystalline clarity
by the angel of charity
that like a whimsical butterfly
sporadically will flutter by.
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Because It Is...
Because It Is...
