Heaven's naked orb on high,
connected to God's retina -
panoptical inquisitor,
or psyche's telepathic guide?
Lonely captive of the Earth,
blind satellite?
Heaven is ephemeral,
it only lasts a season -
time enough for cosmic love
to meet its psychagogue,
opening the human soul
as flowers open to the Moon
and night unfolds its darkness
to the mystery of light…
Psychagogue
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2004
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