Priests Of Meditation Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Mt Othrys trembles like a skeleton
Winter rides a painted horse
Love is the wind howling
Time is a necklace of passion

Zeus is in his hidden cave
My Goddess on Mt Ida has come
Her kisses like sordid temptation
I have left the gods for Jerusalem

Her caravan follows
Cybele brings her Persian rugs
Her spells of myrrh
Crinoline as soft as fire

The Crusades are over
Golden religion with frozen altars
Quiet silver lions rest like topaz
Khalil Gibran in the poise of grace
The shadow of the cypress tree lives

Priests of meditation have no robes