The Holy of Holies

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

He long before had been not just on coals.

He realized that he had walked among

Them.  Suddenly he realized his goals

Had been long known but only as a young

Man fails to grasp their meaning till his soul

Itself, its spirit, interpenetates

The beauty that your senses would control

If only it brought not the holy states

Of loveliness that young men never grasp

Until too late, that realm of beauty known

In holiness of wonder far from clasp —

Once it has passed like Lucifer’s first groan.

  Hear Lucifer’s first groan for erstwhile Christ

    Once parted from their once encoded tryst.