OFFICE OF THE MORNING SUN


Chapters lay at waters edge
Consumed by flames
Disguised in red
Like skins of blessed fruit
Strewn thereof
Feed for trough,
Both swine and dove.

Word on paper spoken there
From the tree she shook the golden pear
Or apple or cone or nut or none
And from omniscience
They did run.

And man in hand
She pulled and sent
Until their minds were empty
Rent

Souls (diminished)
Man did nothing deem
But lead the way
For death redeemed (it's finished).

And peace and love and
Tender strikes
The heart of living
Immortal light,
With exuberance
She did walk the line
And claim ineffable
Life divine.

Think it on
And ponder through
As giving thanks
And walking true
A hand held out
And benevolent beam
Of sky and ocean
To mingle blue
With golden sunshine
Blood in veins
And heart renewed.

The stream
It presses gently forth
Pouring, pressing,
Pulling north,
In disregard of vast periphery
That tempt it sideways
From source epiphany.

And reaching now
Its great endure
The opening settles
In seats adore
Thrones of kings
And mighty beasts
For entirety
In joyful feast.

Eat up well the
Attainment good.
The will of man
Misunderstood,
The chapters, pages
Word climb on
To heights reverberating
Vibrant song.

Regret it not to
Render one
The office of the morning sun,
It boasts and brags
And flippant spreads
Its wings to journey
To the dead.
And lifts back up on
Ghostly arms
To rise spectacular
Ever unharmed.

To the office,
I will go to pray.
With mornings lift
And ending rays.
To the office
Sing and tell
The chapters, words
with song and bell.

Consumed no more
By fires red
And tarnished not
By waters edge.
Heard above the
Farthest thought
In goodness only,
Finely caught.

Stephanie Jordan-Renz

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