Left/Right Goat/Sheep West/East, He-Goat/Ram

The glitter in rose gravel of the shards of bottles yore

blurs in soft dark orange light off to one's left,

the side of understanding what Life's for,

distinguishing the mountain from the cleft.

The goats go on the left, sheep keep the right,

just as the he-goat comes out of the west

to slay the ram who practices Warmth's Light,

loves God and loves the neighbor and has rest.

The left is sinister, not evil though.

But when left lands in tails position, no

oil's in the lamp whose memories we know.

The right is hearty earth the Lord will sow.

The Lord has used this sense of right and left

in both our Word and their Koran or Book:

goats on the left of charity bereft

and outwardly religious but forsook;

and sheep upon the right with innocence 

within their light and truths concerning Love,

thus sounding of the ram's head's inner sense

and this alighting of Professor Dove.

Simultaneity! The Divine Human is His Name

Simultaneity! Our Lord the Word

beyond the forms of human sense perception, time and space;

likewise beyond the angel with the swishing flaming sword

at Eden's east, unveiling of His grace

sings to us in the labyrinth of sin 

and error of His wisdom and His goodness and His love

and of the double trouble we are in.

Let us with innocence open our windows for His dove.

Simultaneity! The God Man is His Holy Name 

beyond the matter and the time and space.

He is the Web of Wyrd. He weaves with Providential grace.

Hear now and see His glory and His fame.

Simultaneity! Our Lord is near.

His presence in instructive glory teaches hearts with light

and enthrones flesh of love and blood of wisdom where we steer.

One lofts a cup with wings which drinks such sight

then flies off to the infrastructure of our Lord the Word

from which it came, love's lighting and blood's flesh. 

He brings us through the fire and water with His loving sword

aflame, fit both to harvest and to thresh.

He is the eating and the drinking and the bread and wine.

He's X and Y, He's zero and He's one.

You are exactly where you choose to dine

as to the neighbor's glowing moon, as to His loving Sun.

You are the timeless neighborhood you choose with cups and plates

and whether they are filthy or all clean.

He nurtures us through a bajillion states.

The Word's a magic eye print where His holy heart sings, seen.