Water Of The Seventh Day Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Like the path of water
Deserts that blossom
Paris in candles
Doors of violet silk
Lead us not into temptation

They dig up Neruda's grave
Beauty is power
Knights ride for the gates of hades
Chattel of fate
Peace leaves the north side

Fallen golden shield
Topaz wrestles the pipes of an organ
Trumpets and seals
Swords of unsheathed beasts
Books in valleys of the Crusade

Hear the cobras hiss
She folds her flags of Jericho
Dead sea awaits healing
Poetry of Persia
Sorcerers defeated once again

Water of the seventh day