I entered the kingdom in Noah's week at the sign of the rainbow
She was a maiden promised to one lover whom she was always seeking
Magdalen, first to drink the fountained Christ
All true ascesis as a desert lies
Prayer is the trap-door out of sin.
I pray to Patrick of the Trinity
to gain for me this isle of the Triune
My dreams of you are like the fallen leaves, colored with brillance, nomad rustling things