Lux Nova

^b^ Lux Nova (after Notre Dame) The light at Suger's St. Denis precursor for mighty Notre Dame Paints both floors in color. Transliterated from the glass of guilds Tracery and mullions Adumbrate A story in late winter's light Perhaps enough, barely enough Enough of an outline... Still, colors bleed Onto freshly scrubbed floors and Sing in their own tongue. A washbucket stands idle Utensils erect and attentive Listening for A song sung to eyes, not ears And that is what some call magic For others Inspiration... To all The lux nova. I too have heard whispered prayers Hushed reverence, suspirations of hope... Nascent long ago Even in the empty house So still, so full of light. Stone and the Areopagite Make the stuff of building --- But neo-Platonic rhythm on strings Sound the noumenal now real and Find the unwinding of the literal Amid limpid traces Of flesh, reaching spirit Like incensed smoke-trails Seeking height. Censers disgorge aspirations History disgorges bodies and fire destroys beauty. Climbing inchoate dactyls Finger the new braille Of the new light... Lux Nova Noli me tangere... And so it is --- Light remains ineffable in its Own incarnation... One can re-build stone and timber the rest Resides inside... ^b^