J O H N T H E P R O D R O M O S
I HAVE seen things in my lifeWhich no one else has known,How to say this now, howTo speak of what is visionFor so much is unheard?I have looked across a riverAnd seen them there - thoseWho have no human nameWhose language has no word,Faultless with compassion.As birds of unblemished wingPerfect with unearthly tone,They shoot across a lucid airTheir shining bodies lucentPropelled by light and shadow:Their weightless songsAre speechless, full of loveFloating far above our haste.Beautiful they are and graciousLuminous within their skin,As if no worldly life could bePossessive of such warm body,A supernatural being walksInside their easy going.Their transparent sureness isVibrant in a fl awless manner,Generous, gentle, undemandingNothing can inhibit them,In their experience dominationNever can secure a place:So constantly I must admireObserving time in how they play.
Kevin McGrath