You Are (You Say) Ashamed

​You are (you say) ashamed
To create a vision, a
Vitrigraph, in your thoughts,
A vitreous portrait of the

Divine. And this shame itself
Polishes your mind, it
Draws a thread of light, it
Brings you to an island lit

With song and praise to
God. You find wonder, which
Is the unknown, the unnamed.
The soil is soft and rich,

And we are no longer
Ashamed. And here, I
Ask to know the name
Of this island, to see its sky.