Brother Klaus' Vision In Verse

—Psalm xlvi—

Right early before allotted work my sight broke


through a black field carefully rubbed in moonlight. And my body

was buried there:

          I watched the wind stitch

through bare ribs of trees. Then that Christ came lucid and sudden

hung in the stench of bearskin. He approached me opening

his split fist. He did not speak of wind


twisting open the four rings or the remaining two rivers

          unwound from the earth's center.

He muttered heavy syllables, lifted his travelling-stick

against the moon and drank the moon quickly, dissolving

everything in the instant that

found me in a decent fringe

          spread among my inks and leaves.


Behold, thou hast come forth from the shear. Thou art manifest and occlude my lamp.


Charles Wuest