The written Word is dying...

The written Word is dying...
And embodied Love brings the redemption...
Crucified Word, breaking as bread,
and in the resurrection raised from the earth,
but the Spirit will remind His every breath...
O, where is my Love?
In His gardens He's among lilies...
Soul, you see the Light in the Temple -
there are tears of love in your gaze,
that above the all visible tears...
your fate is great among the fates of snow-white lilies -
close your mouth - don't say the words, just drink His love
from springs of rocks of Holy Lamb...