The Beginner
All that is, you made to befrom misty dreams, to thoughts, to reality
your potent yet latent might none can see
you are born from lips of virgin purity
You are truly the philosophers stone
the magic of the Magi from the East
the elixir of life left hardening into bone
a light bringer shrouded in mist
You are Abraham's corner of peace
our Excalibur, the sword for holy wars
a pleasing lovers fruit of eternal bliss
an imprisoned Genie behind ivory walls
You are all these yet you are nothing
a dying dew born by an angels breath
Brutus dagger stabbing slow and hurting
an angel of noisy life and quiet death
You are the breath that gives life
a priceless gift of Christ lost to human strife
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