ISIS of CRISIS
It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed with
the wrath of Osiris
that led me to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
formed at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
that was torn from a dream
at the Mirage Oasis
where she laid in wait
greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?
Come pull up a deckchair
and let’s chat for a while.”
The bells of liberty
by your stockings rung
The deepest restraints
in my hands … undone
A ladder of splendour
slowly climbing
Your sacrament melting
upon my thirsting tongue
quenched in the ocean
of love’s perfection
Down on bended knees
lost in the tender squeeze
of your wholly communion
To ride the high tide
of hard won liberation
Yet … I’m a captive slave
to your will being done
To know what Love is,
with just a big picture glimpse
through an open door.
Tasting that promise of abundance
. . . and so much more.
Beyond the broken schemes,
and forsaken dreams,
littering an unswept floor.
Of things never spoken
this side of a shadow curtain.
No wonder Jesus wept
when he came and saw.
Is she
beyond me?
Another love refugee
from behind a veil
upon a prevailing trail
that has led her to flee
My very being
wholly captivated
With me
will she be
totally satiated?
Is she soul free?
Is she emancipated
from the old man
of cruelest slavery?
David Redpath 