His Name Illuminated

I invoke the purified.
A bird with baptized wings.
Son of princes and kings.
Wilt thou come?
Upon a grey mantle,
from the tops of trees,
he cries.

Blessing every treasure.

Better far than praise of men.

Eyes, flashing, against the
fine edge of science.
He will tell their number.
He will sing my song.
The heart of him
loved and wrung.

Fierce is the wind
tonight.
Roaring like flame.
The music of the forest
its chorus.
Arrows that murder
sleep.

Sweeter than this song was
his speech.

Blessing every treasure.

Better far than praise of men.

His voice is riches,
brilliant,
transplendent,
illuminated.

A gift
like a great lake of ale
for this king of kings.

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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