The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 62

Yes there will be a gathering
Will there be a reckoning?
Yes there will be a reckoning.
I will gather and I will reckon. Soft seepage and hard judgements – I the
castigator! (yet a certain form of love abides in my harsh words which those
who listen to the undertone will hear the tones of).
But softly, softly now nor bitterness claim me nor dark light issue from my
eyes. Like a tailor I’ll thread my needle with a fine thread to make a rich
brocade which some mason at his stone might be able to measure. Measure
my steps and they are equal to my needs. No more and no less. A
completion in themselves.
Yet if there is Alpha where is Omega?
Greek again, as all my dilemmas are. Unending, unending. Resolution for a
time only, not for eternity – or is time eternity’s undertone? Riddle me that
my sweet believers and doubters. Or shall I say the question is purely
semantic?
Purely?
Purity of self and implication?
It matters, it matters not, or is the chapel perilous that must be entered.
Grail of the word and world. If I am well then all is well (I have asked the
question and I have given the answer) so softly, softly, let no black fire issue
from my eye nor bitterness fill the emptiness of my purse – so with what
shall I pay the ferryman?
Amen, amen. Vivid on those lips I cannot see. Vivid pronouncement like a
question asked of the accused. Ask. Ask and answer. One question leading
into another. Junctions and joinings.
River into river from the bright pebble emerging. Where if not for the lyrical
impulse…