Thursday, January 17, 2019

ICHTHYS




No cruel mouth, no eye,
born in the deep heat
of the sulphur plumes
of the Mariana Trench,
no words to implicate, only
an outline of fearful symmetry.

We know but we do not speak,
we belong, reciprocate,
our secrets safe in silence,
we treasure an uncensorable symbol,
twenty-seven letters of power.
no intellectual property to steal,
nothing to offend – an acrostic:
ησοῦς Χριστὸς Θεοῦ Υἱὸς Σωτήρ*

Augustine read it, reflected,
and understanding
made it part of his confession.

*Jesus Christ, Son of God, Saviour.




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