Blood Moon

The ritual prayer ….

Bodies are secreted
The Universe is glandular
Bodies have a certain constitution
Describing their constituent
Connections

The Invisible secretes into the visible
Breaking down elements
Extracting nourishment
We are food for a Higher Being
Of our own realisation

Angels are an inner, secret body
Contrary to their invitation to worship
The smelly, seeming inefficient matter
Some rebelled, until, rehearing The call
Now ripe, they all suddenly, see

“Now will you bow down and worship
that which I have created?”
The total inner angeology, unite,
Aye, aye, we now see,
Their body joins the synchronicity

The Human body though, visibly
Is not asked to bow,
It, like Abraham, stands to pray
After bowing with it’s inner throng
Then stands, alone as

…. God’s own perfect song

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About Andrew Dettman

Counsellor, poet, cabbie, diction worker. Ministrant.
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2 Responses to Blood Moon

  1. isabeltipple says:

    I fell in love with the poem. I then looked at a guardian pic of a newborn baby and though “yuk”. I then realised I was in the wrong angel category. Life can be so sharp and direct at times.

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