Come no closer; ere we meet,
Remove the sandals from your feet.
For where you tread is holy ground:
Flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone,
I am mystery you do not own,
The depths of whom you cannot sound.
Two elements at once the same –
Brush unconsumed; fire uncontained;
Here’s more than earth and more than flame…
Beneath the surface separation
and scandal of our incarnation,
Oft made object of scorn and scoff,
Lies difference breeds a creativity
Far fairer than flattened uniformity
Which hath no foil to set it off.
James Majewski