Part I
word-flesh
is this
bloom
the in-
carnation
of your yes-
terday
Part II
with the breath
of darkness
the word
becomes
Part III
dawn herald
the wordless prepares
its nest
Part IV
in the East
a still point escapes
its birth cry
the long wait of a falling hush
maid in silence
her eyes brighten
with a word
Part V
'fiat lux'
an empty nest blooms
full of grace
a yes word encircles the snake's hiss
luminous dawn
night's immensity
immanent now
Part VI
a call
quiet enough
to ignore
a womb entombing silence
am o
am as
am at
am en
Part VII
in pure water
a word incarnadine
footfall
by lamp light
the all fleshing out
its path
Part VIII
the sound of
a word barely conceived
utter sense of being
enunciating a 'yes'
bone by bone
Part IX
at this hour
when the word is yet
to be uttered, its breath
barely a whisper
when brooding wings
overshadow you
with a stillness, far beyond
any possible eavesdropping
when your waiting
rises to it,
enfolding
its mystery
when, for all time,
all waiting
comes down
to this:
a sublime silence
putting its roots down
into the earth of you
a cloud
of unknowing, now,
so irreversibly
your flesh
Part X
spring awakening
a hyacinth overflows
night's immensity
