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Justan Tamarind: Book I       e8                            



"Perhaps, Oro, perhaps.  I know we are
Forever happy because the Triune Star,
Your God and mine, is always in our view;
But what of Hugh DeVry and those who are
Even less sure than he of what or who--
Or rather, toward whom their search for happiness
Sets their eyes?  Are we not meant to feel, too,
In our own way, the terror in each guess
They make, who guard them--rich or penniless?"

"Good angel of the youthful prince, my friend,
Our splendrous God, whose Being has no end
To the intuition and love of all
Nine choirs, placed us (who gladly bend
Before Him) in that choir which must fall
Within creation's scale closest to these;
And surely, therefore, the sound of their small
Voices attracts us; but do not let is tease
You out of tune, or shake your spirit's keys."

"And so my spirit's off its meted line,
And I am drunk from quaffing thoughts not mine,
And I am nearly out of tune besides.
I'd say I'm three times less; not near so fine
A creature as even God made me.  Brides,
Humans are, since fiery-tongued Juchrislarmem.
They have a special communion.  God resides--
He resides, Oro--flesh and blood, in them:
In some of them.  Let my feelings condemn."

"Kai, I feel you are more bound to hewmz than I
Because your given human, questioning why
As he does of those high absolutes
We love, looks less within the Favoring Eye;
Yet, Kai, while I guide one whose royal boots
(Soon a chosen ruler's boots I expect)
Since that clear day of festive wines and flutes
And Easter water blessings which have wrecked
Hell, wear on chosen feet, much must he correct."

"Oro-Kai, to twin you, though you are not,
Will you ever be apart when my lot
Brings me to you?  What causes your Hugh
And Justan to seem so close your spirits clot
This frequently?  I know there are a few
Among us who profit deeply by such
Intimate unions; but with these two,
What prompts it?  Wherever their spheres touch
They do not love each other overmuch."





Brian A. J. Salchert