Let Me Atone For The Sins Of The World Poem by Patti Masterman

Let me atone for the sins of the world
Upon your body;
Here, put upon you this sheet
And drape it- just so.

Now, allow me to begin to worship you
With fresh flowers and wine,
Expecting the transmutation
To occur, just about- now!

The starlight will burst through the pyramid's opening
To travel down the dizzying tunnels,
Opening things once in eternal darkness;
Lighting up a bier covered with dried flowers.

A large granite monument to a dead heart
Waits here, in the swallowing silence of millenia.
Now angels will move the great stone aside;
Take my hand, and we'll make our escape

To the deepest tunnels of all; only the initiates allowed here
Where mysteries can only lead to more mysteries,
And a kiss is the most perfect act of communion
For two, who were once merely mortal.