AWEN DITTY

A sacrament is a visible sign 
Of invisible Grace.
It exists in a world where
The Divine has no face.

But the unseen is unfurled
And is expressed best
In the prosaic manifestations 
Of a Reality at rest…

In our cultural acts of creation
Where the anxious and extreme
In film, novels, and the like
Are buried in a living dream.

Dazzled by this reflexive media
The devil is interred, I like to think
And the beneficence of the Holy
Becomes meat and drink:

Where the soul is revealed 
In the folds of the forbidden
Deep within the shimmering arts
All rendered in the hidden. 

It is the experience of such work
That nurtures our wizened soul. 
We remove the pallid and the putrid
And we again are made part whole.