Continuum

It is finished
Though Death is but a comma
For, within the fruit, the seed
As Phoenix to eternal Sun
In its end it is begun

From grace to grace

From grace to grace
we fall
we rise
receive and sacrifice
each death
unto a newer life

Piece by piece
and slice by slice
all bear and bring
each part to Light

Embrace the apple’s secret heart
blood the wine
leaven the bread
and taste the Sun
in Rosa Mundi’s
fiery breath