apocatastatic lyric

Certain Gestures Holding Pure Forms


Certain gestures holding pure forms
Profess the most feared demon of the corn.
Earthy spirits from a woman’s occasion;
One victim of the misfortune labor
Gives birth of Gods and justice born
To the chill of midwinter Christmas morn.
Come my saints and demons dear
Hear the jeering of the ass’ ear
For drama be where heaven lay its temporary
Judgment till that day when nothing
But the aspect of father and son’s evidence,
Warrants earth destruction for kingdom to come.
Take no Gods who will not dance,
Will not drag your heat through the streets
Then collect it in their hands to eat.
Come, let us arrive to that animal that we are;
Ashes of goodness and evil’s bones
Come, driven to church courtyard door where day
Break on night sharp edge and spill itself across earth’s head
And there let us praise with dance this light that
Gives more than even Gods have dreamed to comprehend.
     
                                                                      David E. Patton