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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; The Boy-Priest
[after a phrase by Oscar Wilde in his poem, "Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa"]
Along the paths you trod, you will not put
on shoes or sandals; but prefer barefoot
because, you say, this world's extensive ground
is now redeemed and sanctified, made sound
by Christ Who loves this world (such a profound
statement is called, by some, mere fantasy).
Long-haired, slender, and gorgeous: eagerly
you walk by (sure footsteps do not falter
as you approach the high and holy altar)
to lead your people in the Liturgy.
Beneath your blue robe's hem, your grass-stained toes
are (to discerning eyes) just visible
like male to male love for you that my soul
delights to feel, despite lionized foes.
J*Called
