The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 23 / Phillip Neal Tippin

He
Chose
To draw
Down the Life,
Curtailing into skin,
Drawing up its heat into Him!

He entered into
His Own upholding
And subsisted
On His sustenance.

The Music
He heard the naught between the notes,
The Silence that makes the sound,
Then was made to turn again,
To hear the song— sung.
   (1 Kings 19)

Getting pretty
caught up

Vet your voice—
The votive passage
Should not be made
In your vestments only.



All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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