When I Walk Mplg Poem by L.B. Temuco

I lay like a sunken tree
in the Ark of your Love
Fingers weaving ourselves
grasping what we feel
disjoining sympathy
and the slow return of blood
severing the last thread
We keep ourselves still for a moment
whilst life charges and brays at us
with its red eye
Wait and it will leave
I can only tell you of the sacraments
that spill from dusk’s chalice
that stay and linger in the air
that are the sky, the lake, the clouds
the birds, the stones, the earth
and God’s eye
I breathe your dark oxygen
our embodied devotion
the grace and fire of this tabernacle
I can only stay in your universe now
only crave the illumination of your planets
only hear the sound of your heart dancing on water
to be awake in this blessed covenant