I Gather Mere Fragments ...
By Myra Lochner
say: "God" and all is said ... but unto us shall come His Holy Flames, like the Swords of the Angels, Protectors of the Gates of the Forgotten Garden ... and that Fire shall cleanse us and gild us ... and we will be burnt into His Shimmering Face ... ...and from soft flesh the heart be ripped and planted into Soil to grow a Tree its branches reaching up to Him ... its Blooms be Love and there: at last - no - not the Shadow ... no, no: it's Dove ... myra 2002Done Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 12:08 AM PST, Myra Lochner 12 • 8 • 5
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