THE SECRET OF BINDING
The Rose is red
with the blood of ages
through memory’s dross
infinite freedom from entropic stages
transfiguration ends, but I—
binding the power of all into One
stand…by love’s decree
within the scope of history
infusing whatever has been done
on earth for good or ill.
Clothed in a cope of light I am
and all things in between,
a power in splendour, so be it.
‘I am a voice crying in the wilderness…’