The cleft of flesh
It shone through, Mani said.
It shone through. Your divinity.
Particularly as the coat frayed;
split-seamed and threadbare.
Your lovers clamored those latter days
for the nectar of Your presence --
It shone through. And nowadays
in a random soul, coat perforated
by the casual sorrows of human existance,
the loneliness and the long night-vigils,
whose faith and the thread of Your Light
have kept stitched together,
It shines through. Shines through.
With God's Light behind every star
and space a threadbare cloak,
so through the cleft of flesh
the Light pours into this dusky realm.
Cleft, o lovers, for thee and me.
O child of God. There was a glow,
said Mani. There was a definite glow.