The Iris Chandelier

12/01

You

hold within Your ancient eye  - A cityscape

of cut-glass barnacle,

decked in gems and grapes.

(and the grime of the ages):

A kaleidoscope of cornea

A catalog of lens,

A cornucopia of fiber-optic cable

stretched

From every man and beast.

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(the circled-sun goes round about and splinters through each glass)

And though our eyes

be dim, or dust, or dead

Or cut from our heads, even floating in formaldehyde

like bloated raisins.

Someday you will

dust the whole thing off

blow the cobwebs from our sockets

And every eye now choked

in cataract or death

(Be it on the Earth, or under)

Will blink with sight into the blazing glory of

the SON

And every tongue

now numb with filth

or feeble in your praise,

And every knee now stiff

with aging

or resistance

Will see,

testify, and bend

At the name of Jesus,

to glory of God

the Father.
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