Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
Alchemy
I'm rising from the seat
I've taken at the cauldron
The pearly rim of which
I have renewed with tears,
And which I fanned with my own breath.
I pour the shining liquid
Into a crystal chalice
And wonder how
gold-sparkling beauty's born
From bitter-black necessity,
from my heart's blood and deepest pain,
and white-hot radiant joy
about Your Love.
I pass the shining lamps
illuminating Your bright hall,
the light of which shines over jet-black seas.
I am approaching Your high seat.
I kiss the chalice
And I turn the kisséd rim to You.
The chalice passes on
with our fingers meeting,
Your looks diving in mine.
I feel Your love deep in my heart,
and understand and know
That this is worth all sacrifice.