This Very Moment

Stained Glass Window (Allegory)

—Painting by Odilon Redon, 1908

BUT WHEN THE PERFECT COMES
—D.R. Wagner, Elk Grove

But when the perfect comes we will open our hands.

But when the perfect comes all our throats shall open
In song.

But when the perfect comes the great beasts
Shall speak our names.

But when the perfect comes all distance
Will seem as dream.

And dream will seem our eyes and
The soft mouths of the enchanted
Will lift us by our blood and we
Will know the ease of standing in magic,
As easy as if it were dawn or
A beautiful evening that invents
Names of colors as it displays for us.
               
But when the perfect comes
We will be riding along the shorelines
Where we will see the loom of the ocean
Weave the hearts of the deep together
And raise up the living bodies of those
Who have lived beneath the grace
Of waves for ever and forever.

We will see them from our horses.
We will ride out upon the waves
To greet them and the waves will
Bear us up and we will be once
More as beams of light that set
Our horses prancing, prancing, prancing.

But when the perfect comes
I will draw you close, your breath
Perfumed with the perfect. Your breath,
Your eyes, your nose, your ears, your
Very heart spinning in its seat
As this is what it has done always.

But when the perfect comes
We will be our bliss and our bliss
Will be the perfect always and forever.
That will be all of truth in heart.

But when the perfect comes we will be waiting.
We will join hands to bow and we
Will bow and the perfect
Will surround us with everything that
It is. And it will be this very moment.

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—Medusa