5 November 2012
Young choir girl Slender innocence Falling lightly across Her smooth chest Angelical androgyny Ageless and forever A cold consecrated flame Finding no reflection Ascends the skies Burning heaven's doorway
Chorister boy Pubescent Lost Downcast eyes Unable to carry the burden Of the hallowed spirits Impotent tender thoughts Break under The weight of the Word Sexless and desolate The enduring prophecy Remains unbroken
An assuming Immaculate portrait Casting her eyes forlorn The eternal pain Of sexless devotion Wearing the scriptures Like wounds Her skin Now impervious to desire Waterfalls Into a sacred river Untouchable and pure At night she beholds The jasper walls Of a golden kingdom She lays at His feet Weeping holy waters Sleeping the divine dream
Masculinity retreats Forever more Under black cloth In retreat Of the wilderness calling From the rising dark Unmanned Their forms dissolve Into solemn prayer The holy word Castrates all passion Banishes defiling desires Hulking shadows of a written portent Mask the human face While on consecrated ground They search for their master's voice
Sister to all She wraps the crying child Secure in her unyielding Faith for one destiny The child Lost and voiceless Awaits the blessing waters To starch her soiled soul Birth has branded her a sinner Sister will free the child of all Bodily appetites It is her loving duty That strips the child Of the venereal pulse And showers her in Selflessly crucified love
The grave digger Works the fertile plains His spade kisses the earth Penetrating the rich soil His form and expression A passionate gesture to the land Feeling ancient echoes Flood his senses Circulate through Cell nerve and organ His arduous labour Makes all religions one Gathers all lost souls Gives them passage To ride with the river man His intimate industry Will undress the skin Bejewel you with eternity
Pillars Of The Church • Opuss № I