04-11-2025, 09:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-12-2025, 03:36 AM by RiverNotch.)
His chariot moved neither by horses
nor by great blasts of flame,
but as the ancient god of love
born of the ancient wrong
had for herself a golden car
drawn by quick sparrows, doves
draw Him who is both God and Love
at once to His creation.
For who is now with hands and feet
not pledged to packs of wolves?
Whose loins are not by lynxes' tongues
thoroughly rasped and scarred?
Whose head is not from crown to neck
sunk in the lion's maw?
nor by great blasts of flame,
but as the ancient god of love
born of the ancient wrong
had for herself a golden car
drawn by quick sparrows, doves
draw Him who is both God and Love
at once to His creation.
For who is now with hands and feet
not pledged to packs of wolves?
Whose loins are not by lynxes' tongues
thoroughly rasped and scarred?
Whose head is not from crown to neck
sunk in the lion's maw?