A chiastic poem (Sal) based on John's vision of Christ in Revelation 1.

He spoke with his immortal sword,
The sharpened tongue of double bite.
Refined in bronze, his feet afford
The fear of lords before his sight.
His lion eyes of fire gaze
On all Creation day and night -
The Son of Man with face ablaze,
Our sacred sun from ancient days.
His lamb-like hair was fairest white,
As silent snow in mountain ways.
With hands that held the hosts of light
He tended to the lamp’s reward.
And in his voice of roaring might
He spoke of Genesis restored.
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