I stepped inside
The space hole
into a tub of pig’s blood
Smeared in fumes of red
grotesque and demonic.
I swam for help
Inside of my dream
An explosion took place
The tub of blood blew to smithereens.
The shards caught my skin
But bled not
I gathered there had been no mortal sin.
I watched for signs
a clue to my misery
But it was all a dream.
Because when I woke
The night was still
Cast in a stroke of blue
The bathtub in space
My fear of Sin
It had all been a deadly joke.
Conscience counsels me out of sadness
For too much of it is led to madness;
And though alone I did sin the seven, in darkness
The deadly deeds I cry out unto heaven, in earnest;
For God is also glad of them
They who repent before the Kingdom.
The Angel of Agony
Kneeling alone in the garden shade,
Bedewed with blood; drops fall to
Thy bed of green earth, pleading with Him
For all tormented souls, the dying and the dead.
Until that Beatific Vision,
Thou art blind; for even in Spirit
Thy purgatory, which comes like fire,
Is fire without its light, fight in desperation
The war to uphold His Wisdom.
The Angel sweetly Caresses,
In her arms: carefully dipping thee
In the lake, without a sob, through the flood
Thy rapid passage take, sinking deep,
Deeper into the dim distance, whereupon
Yellow light flickers,
Thee reawakened with forgiveness.