Platypus of Truth

Doodling a little today thanks to Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.

Red How can I begin to see you, Apart From the myths I Make inside my Head? How can I begin to say the things That cannot be Said? Even if I bled My heart dry, I Cannot reach You With the thing That I am saying. Many waters cannot Drown Love, and all Solomon's Songs are but prelude to the Reality of the Feast. The impossibility of Love is bridged by The Spirit Who moves Between the Father and the Son, That unites us in His blessedness and make the Bride One.

Green I want to die When I see The opportunity That lies open to you Because you do not have What I have Because you are not me. Life is full of doors and one by one their Vistas close Until we are alone With the choices that Make us who we are. I wish I could give You what I have For closed doors make a home and a home Can be filled with Things worth having. Walk on, then, in all the wondrous places of the Poor, Until you have filled Yourself with things You need a place For. Then shut your doors and make yourself a Home.