The Fall

Electing descent

Into sorrowful matter,

Compelled by the gift you bear.

Hearts of stone become hearts of flesh

And fire, all-consuming.

How you have fallen, bright morning star!

Accurséd pride

Or the effulgence when

Fate’s darknight veil meets Hope’s own dawn?

The rose blooms to greet the sun,

Crimson and gold, a kiss.

How you have fallen, bright morning star!

Bringing awakening,

A gift knowing no price.

The star on your brow, the love in your heart -

It is there for the taking, without prohibition;

It is his, his alone.

How you have fallen, bright morning star!

“Open eyes

And heart and mind

To the beauty of Love’s own fire.”

Your everymoment prayer of yearning

True and singular.

How you have fallen, bright morning star!

Burning Love;

Offering your light

To brighten his dark places,

Walking with him, twinned flames, together,

Should he choose

You who have fallen, bright morning star!

Adam’s son

Is blind to your light –

He stumbles and gropes in the dark.

Find the tree and give him to eat

And rise in his heart

To never set or fall, bright morning star!

~   November 2010

Evening: Fall of Day by William Rimmer (1869–70).