Not black, not white,
Under the skin
The primordial heart beats
Which makes race irrelevant.
The sacred babe
Into this world comes
A blazing star upon the brow
Amazes the people around
And the heartbeats synchronised
Create a pulse of love
A wave of light to wash away
the darkness.
For the completion, consecration,
And convocation to commence
An immense, intense and
otherworldly glow
Shines forth from that heavenly expanse
Leading us to a paradisial Arbour:
The haven to which we strive
For protection from the storm
And gusts which scatter us like
The newly fallen leaves of Autumn
Leaving the trees bare and
Stark in their simplicity;
A trunk, two boughs extend:
The place of sacrifice
Which one Good Friday saw
The end of the world,
When like a blanket, the stars
Were blotted out, until
The third day when the sun
rose again
And so began the dawn of
A New Era
A Phoenix from the ashes
Of that deadwood tree
Until the staff was
Planted, took root
And Blossomed once more
On the ancient Isle of Avalon;
The destination of the Arimathean
Carrying his precious cargo
To the fountain of youth
And so amongst the springs
of Glastonbury
The green shoots thrust forth
And the saplings grew to Giants
Of an indeterminate age,
One the epitome of Patience,
The other so steeped in the Star-lore
It seemed it had seen to the ends
of the Universe.
And what an extraordinary wonder
That when the life-sap first stirred
Coincided with the visitation of
A Great Soul
And greater wonder still
That the end may be like
The beginning
And see the return.
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