Of Solomon and Christ, where temples rise
And sacred stones remain. And though the sand
And desert seas are distant from his eyes,
His soul occluded by a silver caul,
He dreams, and strips the caul away. Behold!
The palaces of Herod! There, the wall
Where stood the Temple Mount! That place of old
That buried there the very spark of God!
What immanence exists is split in two
As wisps of fog give way to light. Once broad,
The drifting fields of dreamtime fade from view.
He slips the caul once more and strives to find
The space between his body and his mind.
2 comments:
At this pace, they can't all be winners, but this one has enough good in it that I'm willing to call it done.
Having been privileged to venture on a brief tour of the "holy land," Ceasarea Maritina, as the first site we officially visited our first full day, rises slowly out of memory's mists, evoked by your references to Herod's palaces and the sense of buried and unearthing those ancient places and relics. Wonderful allusions, twined with the imagery of the supposedly sacred "temple mount" and Solomon's and yet the Lord Jesus Christ Himself (Who in Revelation 21 is said to be the temple), this sonnet seems verily laden with significance. The use of a caul suggests all being hidden from man's beginning, the womb of his existence, while also serving as the protective helmet, leading to the finale of a desire to reach the spiritual from out the physical/natural. I become more impressed with this little half-satisfactory gem the more I delve into it. Fascinating and very thought-provoking. And all in the shadow of that first line, la, what a piece of deep inspiration, or I am ignorant(ya, probably, hahaha!). I like it.
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