Ontario Peninsula

Written in anticipation of meeting George Bergen and his collaborators in Leamington.

A Northstar showing the way to great powers,
Not bright single glory, but from constellation.
Stars upon stars: burning hearts, bodies shining.
Who among them forever? The Morning Star!
Mages far-gathering, come bearing treasures,
Not gifts of men, but from the Father of Lights.

Guardians and wardens of portal to promise,
Received in Third Fire, First People for refuge.
“Food on the water”, and water that’s living,
Bread-body broken feeds souls and heals world.
Doors thrown open, heed now this welcome:
Joel’s feast of promise well-laden prepared.

Zebulon, a house seeking his brothers,
Issachar, worker, time-warden is welcome.
Time-masters now harken to heed One’s calling:
Quiver clutch filling, release now for Father,
Arrows far-falling, Kingdom interstatial,
Seed broadly planted will come back again.