broken wing

pursue peace broken wing, open heaven and bring in draughts of light in amber flagons,

pursue peace broken wing,
open heaven and bring in
draughts of light in amber flagons,
let us sip once again
the nectar that formed us from dust,
breathed in us, and made us men.

sweetness only comes
in the absence of death
(or at least death in context).

oh, Deliverer,
You look upon misery,
even our emblazoned lips,
and spill over with compassion,
You reach an understanding right hand
to the un-royal, the un-embraced;

oh, how You’ve hidden 
treasures deeper and deeper,
the more layers peel back
the closer is the core,
oh, how the senses intensify,
the sweetness bursts in brilliant flavor,
complex and savory, if only, ever only, 
in Your arms we rest;
undress our weary skins 
and let You unveil
beloved secrets
whispered only to 
the beloved.