If not for the mystery of the Soul,
a Ghost could have never been a Dove
in deliverance of Virtue, Logic, Reason,
and Wisdom- by Tongues of Fire;
this hypostasis, entity sanctus
the Third of Three by flight,
and usually the least of this Trinity
to be acknowledged or called on in prayer,
once the Mitre and Crosier leaves
a new class of 'Light', confirmed and behind
open Cathedral doors, where sky and wisdom
have no cause for boundaries;
sadly, some things never change...
there'll always be doubters who fail to embrace
the magnificence of this mystery,
yet the Spirit and Soul be never be shook,
shall never die.
FjR-MMXVII
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem