Beneath the dome
A treasure sleeps
As silent as the winds of love
Proceeding from the darkest tomb
White as the snows of winter’s freeze,
White as the rays of summer’s blaze,
A stillness penetrating all
Marble columns guard the gift,
That breath that bore upon its wings
All other breaths that stirred from dust,
That Potter of the earthen jar
Containing cosmic energy
That birthed the dawn’s ascent
Come, dawn of man’s desiring,
Gold glimmer of the Maker’s eye
Snow-white sacrament divine,
Flame of sun and wing of dove,
Bread of desert’s morning dew,
You tame the hunger, quench the thirst
For we are starved from want of love
The heart cries out to find its rest
Gold ocean waves brushed by the breeze
Water soothing, salt preserving
Heal the wounds of Satan’s sting,
Would me with your sacred dart
My tongue is but a paltry plate
To bear the spotless sacrifice
O Circle of Eternity!
Unfit am I to host the host
Yet come, O alabaster flask,
Transforming balm contained within
Magdalene’s meal fit to redeem
Purified by love’s extent
Unto God Made Flesh at feast