Frederick Sandys painting of Mary Magdalene, c. 1858-1860
Upon this chalice your name is written,
and when you are ready to hear the chord that sings your song
the container will disappear into nothingness and everythingness
and you will submerse yourself in colors no other can see
You will feel an infinite spectrum illuminate you from untold directions
you will not know their names,
even though they know everything about you
every thread you have woven, every stitch dropped
each step gingerly stepped or faltered
every word and thought and terror
,
a glimmer of incandescence will ignite a symphony in your soul
that will never again be quelled
In that universe that rests outside of time
you will remember the cadence of your still-beating heart
your arms will move in a dance long delayed yet never forgotten
no matter what you believe you know or do not know how to…
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