Fragmenta poesis

Sleep, sleep for this winter of death is but short
And the springtime of salvation will soon arise
Your soul will awake in a new-made world
And look upon it with be-wondered, all-seeing eyes

24 July 2009

His change that I change and break the chains that bind me
Disdain the mortal-making sins and leave the world behind me

Transfiguration eve, about 9 pm