Another in my sequence of Tarot related poems...
The High Priestess
In her hands, Mary took up the Torah
As a living scroll, an incarnate avatar
She mirrors a form in becoming divine
But as yet, still concealed, sublime
Queen of the Universe, a borrowed light
Reflected in the moon by night
Bride and mother in this place
Adorned in gauzy flowing lace
A vision of the mystic way
Incense rising here to pray.
Tchaie - *tchaie *- *fall - tomber* *Présent* j'tchai tu tchai i' tchait ou tchait j'tchiyons ou tchiyiz / ou tchiyez i' tchaient *Prétérite* j'tchis tu tchis i'...
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