Evolution of a Myth No. 4
The Last Prayer of Saint Sebastian
© Michael Price Inc.
Gold leaf, natural and mineral pigments in casein distemper, Strasbourg
turpentine and oil on linen on panel.
160 x 120 cm / 63 x 47.2 ins.
|The Last Prayer of Saint Sebastian
Here once and no more, life leaving no trace
where our souls echoed through each other
recalling a time when we could embrace
the shadow of Love's eternal mother.
Your silence cut deeper than fear. My heart
crumpled with memories of our passion
trembling with untold delight in unison:
but we were lovers condemned from the start.
When did your heart's desire pierce my skin
deeper than nerve ends? The wounds praise God's might
- a myth out-growing silhouettes of sin.
My lips are now spikes. Kiss your hidden light
of untold glory and shoot forth sorrows
myself the victim loved by my arrows.