when faith is wax a primal
sheen,
upon the text of nevertheless
taken too extreme
bask in the cast of cold moon beams
walk on water
first sins washed away
we were young
innocent the nubile babe
in her mothers crescent arms
soft cheek hands feet beside the deep creek
where sun and moon spin sleek and cool
to sound their round physiques
to lift
daylight to nestle in nests made from
nettle petal twig stem leave mud clay
every being should have her day
the sun returns to rise
walk with me by the water take my hand
bring us peace.

Amen.