Pantocrator

The Icon



To crystallise an image of God
I poured out my soul
in gold and yellow ochre.

My father was dying
and as I prayed
his spirit and mine
embalmed in paint.

Unbelief and faith
pain and hope
mingled with Father, Son and Spirit,
a gold amalgam
to fill the cavity in my heart.

Meditating to catch a ghost
my heart bursts
with love and joy
sorrow and pain.

Then prayer needs no words
a window to heaven
has opened in my mind
each thought intercedes
and each silence worships
the infinite
through a small acrylic crack.