Be Patient with Me

From the depths of the forbidden vaults, out of welded and wax-sealed caskets of base metals and gold, comes this offering of antiquity, from "The 17th Cycle of Brigit".

Be Patient with Me

be patient with me. for I have not yet learned
that your love is free and I may rest content
in your faith and dedication. I am a traveler,
beaten down by the welts upon my back,
the bruises on my heels and the burns upon
my face, made disgrace in far too many
temples of false goddesses. I am weak and
have fallen. calling names with cold compassions
stolen from illusions and lies I tasted and wasted
in the touch of a philosopher's stone I'd grown
from my soul like a canker to change base metals
into adamantium and gold and the colour
of your crimson eyes, closing in peace and pleasure.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

There is a truly sad footnote to this work, but I won;t bore you with the details.