May we share this vision
beheld in Love
of now and things to come
Which sees our very hands reaching out
longing, eager, insistent
fleshed-out fingers of these very hands
pushing the boundaries of the Eye of God
glowing iris of emerald green
This I watches thro’ all keen loss as Longing
for some deep memory
to be freed and seen in full view
Coil, spring, blood-red spiral
I ladder and scaffold
womb, foundation and spread
in Hope already seen thro’
You and I
Gabrielle Cheung
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