Conception, Immaculate

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An unborn child, unformed except in thought;

A tone without a sound, a noteless chord;

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An echo in the cosmos light has brought;

A daydream in the mind of Christ unscored

By Holy Ghosts, and even there unheard

Except by God the Father; holy red

Unseen; a sacred fugue by no one heard

Except unfallen Lucifer; a bread

From heaven fallen, manna made from love

And so untasted in this desert’s dreams;

A lost connection from a height above:

These all are poets’ only hope of streams.

  All these combined, though combination far

    Beyond, are like God’s first commanded star.

© Phillip Whidden