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Exhausted returning
From first pilgrimage At caves of mountains Antiques store keepers Still living secretly Wise owls of the desert. Gone as young men After an ancient wisdom, Hieroglyphs, rare palimpsest, Tomes of divine revelation, Poetic, prophetic, sacred Long time hidden scrolls Amphora of sacred oil and wine In the heart of the mountain. Donkeys carrying loads Piled up with bundles Full to rim with bread satchels Rainwater water skins Yellow and rusty scrolls Royal letters sealed With melted crimson wax. Sky maps showing the way The first starred glowing star Between the horns of oriental moon Limestone and chalk craters Eerie land of astral Cappadocia. From the ruins at crossroads Wooden triptychs were rising Unfold wings of angels on the cross Eagerly waiting to take flight. Serpentine of nimble gusting Winnow through sun’s sieves Hot dunes of stirred sand Golding hills of the desert. Peregrine, dreamers, seekers Of ancient papyrus, palimpsest Hollow encrusting into the notch Every day a digit, years past They were underway off After treasures of wisdom Hidden by saints and prophets In secret cellars of wilderness. Road stones crashing under hoofs Of asses thick clouds of dust Dancing in sunlight mirages. Saddlebag of bog macerated hemp Oakum rags by sun tanned tassels, The only ones that knew we had longer To wander through the wilderness Asses, long-suffering, stubborn Yet they only knew the way back. Vainly whip up Balaam his donkey When a clairvoyant quadruped resisted Not once, but three times in a row To blindly follow the master's own will And fall on the path of perdition. Gloriously yet humbly Riding a foal entered Lord For the last time in that city. HOMO LITURGICUS, Amazon.com
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