Sirens of the Sea (III)

Sirens of the sea alone
on liquid moon see, see,
the reverie as spirits stir
still clean waters deep
as Jacob’s Well in the
holy land of the mind
for only lonely exiles
on main street or Elba
or some other isle like
Patmos left to ruminate
on the mystery of faith
to ponder prophecies to
make souls swoon from
midnight until darkness
at noon and it’s almost
winter time too oh, to
capture divinity where
eternity is here now sure
as heaven is at hand for
desolate angels with hearts
our very lives blown apart
saying keep the faith hope
and grace give thanks and
praises everlasting amen