Sonnets from a Lock Box - Part of 35
Before this silent altar let us look
Where ancient scriptures gleam on polished skin
Like an old parchment yellow worn and thin,
Richly illumined. This is the Golden Book,
This is the page where starry annals dwell,
The colored legends of old pedigrees,
And magic numbers and ancestral spell
With jewelled veins and blood-red arteries.
This Book was riven from the Lamb once slain!
How sensitive, with what a living Light
These Legends burn so luminously bright,
Transmuted flesh of labor and of pain.
Upon those metal pages be engraved
Names—and the golden Legend of the saved.
Where ancient scriptures gleam on polished skin
Like an old parchment yellow worn and thin,
Richly illumined. This is the Golden Book,
This is the page where starry annals dwell,
The colored legends of old pedigrees,
And magic numbers and ancestral spell
With jewelled veins and blood-red arteries.
This Book was riven from the Lamb once slain!
How sensitive, with what a living Light
These Legends burn so luminously bright,
Transmuted flesh of labor and of pain.
Upon those metal pages be engraved
Names—and the golden Legend of the saved.
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