Perennial Art
She wrote,
Live with enduring trust and hope.
Your angel will always light your way.
I have lived and endured
Absent of trust, a Love beyond me,
As she has lived
Absent of that truth which
Left her,
Absent me.
I have found nothing in my aloneness
That could make my emptinesses
Any less hollow, nor clear my head of
The loops and chatter.
Though I've had so little solace,
I have found rest in you.
A man must build his house alone and
Roughen his hands as well as his heart
Before he should open his door, before
His bed blooms the two as one: before
The great and alchemical, Perennial, Art.
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