Glaring Glossolalia
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I would not wish any companion in the world but you. ~ The Tempest
He lived through hurricanes. A twister passed
His house one time. His life was rich with change
And then you entered it as if a blast
Of drugged-up love blew in. No other range
Of needs came like your miracles. You raised
Your hands. Apostles and the prophets found
Your incarnation there as if you praised
At Pentecost. His heart was pulled and wound
Against raised wrists and wrapped around your soul.
Were chest and arms and armpits all involved?
He only knew that this new love was whole.
The Christ and God and Spirit were devolved.
The world as he knew it fell away.
No other loves had anything to say.
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