Paraclete

I visited the twenty-eight
mansions of the moon
past the four pillars
that support the firmament
and saw that Enoch laboured
for fifty days and nights.

In a vision he beheld the task.
With a word exhaled, creation.

Now, for fifty days and nights
I have toiled
for secrets without fail.

These visions dulled by fatigue
and the realization that I may be
the meanest prophet.

Lord, please burn me a bush.