January 2010

My blood,

Your presence is expected at Tyen Manor on the evening of the next full moon. This is not optional.

That is all.

"The dove descending breaks the air
 With flame of incandescent terror
 Of which the tongues declare
 The one discharge from sin and error.
 The only hope, or else despair
      Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre—
      To be redeemed from fire by fire.

 Who then devised the torment? Love.
 Love is the unfamiliar Name
 Behind the hands that wove
 The intolerable shirt of flame
 Which human power cannot remove.
      We only live, only suspire
      Consumed by either fire or fire."*

*From Little Gidding IV from T.S. Elliot