So Thomas, also styled Didymus,
dreamt from Sidon nigh unto West Capernaum
addenda to Leviticus
regarding special cleanliness.
“The unclean must not rot nor else be known,” he spaketh to his friend;
“non sic harmonium
sit omnium
in caelo. Tu es omnis. Tu
es sacrus. And the tidings of our prophets may some suffering forfend
but never judgment—that is sure.
One weeps but shall not rue
and rarely sleeps, but works, loving the work, and loves the sinner more.”
When Goethe saw the lord he held him fast,
through fits of holy ardor. Yea, his God was man
without man’s pique. Said he, “Du hast,
nichts habe ich, du machst ‘ne Faust,
you go where list you go and I shall walk behind, touch thy blue hem
as touch I can.
A vain Corinthian
abides in me; I am his host.
But God is goodly jealous and his wrath will life secure. Woe unto them
that seek. I will not seek. Amen.”
Evening. Soft as a ghost
the lord declared, “Verily I will comfort thee till all is dark, and even then.”
dreamt from Sidon nigh unto West Capernaum
addenda to Leviticus
regarding special cleanliness.
“The unclean must not rot nor else be known,” he spaketh to his friend;
“non sic harmonium
sit omnium
in caelo. Tu es omnis. Tu
es sacrus. And the tidings of our prophets may some suffering forfend
but never judgment—that is sure.
One weeps but shall not rue
and rarely sleeps, but works, loving the work, and loves the sinner more.”
When Goethe saw the lord he held him fast,
through fits of holy ardor. Yea, his God was man
without man’s pique. Said he, “Du hast,
nichts habe ich, du machst ‘ne Faust,
you go where list you go and I shall walk behind, touch thy blue hem
as touch I can.
A vain Corinthian
abides in me; I am his host.
But God is goodly jealous and his wrath will life secure. Woe unto them
that seek. I will not seek. Amen.”
Evening. Soft as a ghost
the lord declared, “Verily I will comfort thee till all is dark, and even then.”
