Lanthanum 11.20

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I was glad when they said unto me : Let us

go into the house of the Lord, whispered Natasha.

Come now, Henry – lift up with me those everlasting

doors.  I saw two massive, lambent wheels of rose

roll smoothly into place, and merge, and cross –

& form a smaller, oblong shape, like a mandorla.

Understand, Henry – these lenses magnify, &

signify, the ringèd iris of my eye.  So Maximus

perceived (with his own microfine discernment)

the harmony of every two-in-one – of each

polarity – sealed by this third integrity of peace

& union.  So Mediation frames the firmament.

I’ll whisper it, in an outline –

its hour has not yet come;

the chessgame of measureless heaven

is mated with sweat – & wisdom.

In me, Henry – Natasha – she who limped along

with him, toward Osip’s lonely grave – in me you

see the Ghost of many a Mary : the mother who

gave birth to God; she who witnessed his strong

trial; & she who held him in the garden, signing

to her alone (before the rest) his overwhelming

Victory.  She spoke, & then I saw two wings

of tall cross-lambinated timber, slowly opening

within the Gate.  Light burst across

the river, through the portal... & I saw

a shrouded, bearded, smiling face – in awe

I recognized Him – we had met before...  O

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