The Egg Tempra Halo
[TO THE SKEPTIC] Let me tell you why the masses genuflect before them Vicars forge these inexpensive yet treasured relics of deity. Your campaign to create a spiritual void for the foundation of a brave new world was successful… somewhat. The senators with a conscience (those that remain) vote against your noble effort. They know too well that the spirit can never be extinguished. For who can douse the tongue flames of Pentecost? [TO THE TRINITY] Colours cleanse me now for my feet are dirty from walking on the soil of sin. Shapes guide me now for my soul meanders through the dark woods where the beasts of vice reside. Hands bless me now for my knees are now bent as a sign to submit to Your service. Sky, show me now the gloriae aeternatis for my mind has doubts Eyes shun not from me now for my heart needs Love and Comfort and You Hear his humble prayer Lord. Miserere et pacem nobis In nomine Patri, Feli, Spiritus Sancte. Amen.
Date of First Draft: 6 April 2001
Information: This was written at the Norton Simon Museum of Art in front of a Byzantine triptych as a replacement for a poem accidently deleted (originally titled "The Portrayal of Divine Visions")