After the Vision
Judah Zarco
1560
How can I hew out a song when the hammer of my senses is coated with rust? How can I play the lute when my hand is ensnared in fetters of fear? For my heart has entered the gazelle’s paved [palace]; its fountain-stones are as sardin and chrysolite. Angels and seraphs hover within it, bending low, kneeling before her. Having seen the image of God’s…
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