Jim McNamara
To the God of Love
Come on down, the flesh is fine.
Yes,come hither.
No, not there,way over here.
This way. That’s it.
Yes.
Here. Now. Amongst these lilies.
OK?
Now,
remember this as you forget yourself
and follow the setting sun
into the land of moon shadows
"Do not look down
at your footprints
in the sands of time.
They lead you to me.
I, whom you must remember to forget.
I, who am nothing to you.
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
As I remember you,
in the mud of eternity.
May we bespoken of,
amongst our kind,
once,
only once,
though, having been spoken of only once,
we,
being ourselves alone,
subject to no One,
may we
ever be recauled.
Crowned,
again and again and again,
as we
are carried across
into ourselves, together,
at last, forever,
my love,
and ever"
Amen and blessed be.
The ARC
Editor Jim McNamara
Photography John Harcourt
Moderator Rachel Bonner
Archetypal Review of Culture
Vol 1, No 1, July 2010
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