A Mask of Sorrows
Image to image, in the halloo of night
a prayer rustles;
God’s darkness stutters a brief message:
even the dreamer must undertake
a dream without end – a passage
through death to a world beyond fear.
Rose and rood made one, long ago conjoined,
the long night draws breath
from a living flame, the living flame of
love in a dark night of sense.
