The Deluge

Then Lord, the deluge. If life is light what is ours? We walk symbols, stars deathly, look at heavens with upraised palms, the earth, the sky and sun are compendiums of delight; obeisance to them is to you Lord. The body scours. There are hidden springs in opacity, light in unforgettable corners of the mind, how do we forgive? This crescendo . With outstretched arms pray for us Lord, smoke our glorious bodies with anguish.