User:Joe Spencer/to those of the church

  to those of the church
  
  peaceable pilgrim, resting in hope,
  to thee I speak these few angelic words of grace:
  
  faith (the threshingfloor)
  
  Word unspoken
  as bread is broken
  and giv'n with token
  into my hand as solemn sign,
  by which I, calling, 
  cease from my falling
  and summon, stalling,
  the very God I malalign.
  a monad sighing,
  no longer dying,
  directly crying
  out to the face that sees me, one,
  and seen, departed,
  on journey started, 
  and so, light-hearted,
  I, walking, leave off men for Son
  
  charity (the winevat)
  
  no meek libation,
  this celebration,
  work of creation,
  a pouring out of words unbound:
  immersion burning,
  but lacking yearning,
  and gift not earning
  that opens commerce, gives it ground
  in which, vines growing,
  is found more knowing,
  the earth bestowing
  a meeting-point for men of drink:
  and we, related,
  hope to be sated
  in dealings dated,
  economy, not God, to think
  
  hope ()
  
  two violent places,
  two pilgrim faces,
  so one embraces
  infinity, in its idea

• The scripture that inspired this poem: Moro 7:2-3.
• Other scriptures engaged in this poem: Heb 11:13, Rev 14:14-16, Isa 6:1-13, Rev 14:17-20, Moro 6:6.