Contemplation and Adoration
He seems contemplative, his shadowed face
So meditative that his beauty turns
Away from us. He seems to fill more space
Than marble ever could. His presence burns
Through thousands of male years. The darkness all
Around him is defeated. Darkness fails.
He banishes the dark. His curls appal
The stupid lack of light around. Hair rails
Against the black above his stony skull—
Indeed, around it. Auras are too cheap
If juxtaposed with swirls like those, They cull
The saints and leave them in their haloed heap.
His jaw and chin alone dismiss the rest,
Poor loveliness. The light adores his chest.
August 19, 2019