XXI
BLACK CLOUD

Or is it a black cloud in the sky
that gave you the blackness of your
Nazarene hair, like a weeping willow
by the river on a moonless night?
Is it the shadow of the formless wings
of the angel of nullifying nothingness,
of Lucifer, who in his deathly descent
into the bottomless depths, placed his timeless
sorrows on your brow, on your mind? Was
the Word in You hidden by this cloud,
as black as the black wings of Lucifer,
while Love shines out, completely naked,
with only your naked chest as a veil?