they say He will cover you with his pinions
that the angels will catch
but perhaps I prefer to be caught
in the crevice of these folds
deep jagged shadow
blue-grey crag
hidden in light
that thin line of rod to the right
that little cloud of dwelling on the left
its two portals, measly and meager
what dazzling darkness do you hide
even here
immortal company of Three?
I have no knowledge.
I shall rest for now
the pinions nestled
watchful
plucked love You give.
I shall make way to those portals later
when the appointed time is come
for this present, this Now
I am feathered
my sight now covered with faith.