The hermit over the hanged man

 IX x XII

Cross the hermit over the hanged man

cross them to make a cross.

Then take this cross up on your back

and climb Mount Tabor.

Carry the cross and count the drops

of blood you shed on the way

to the top of Mount Tabor.

Carry the cross and keep a secret

it's tears of longing, not regret

keep a secret, I miss you so,

that all the salt of the Dead Sea

is not enough to lace these tears. 

At the end of the ascent the moon will speak:

"Sacrifice is proof of love."

And the sun will laugh:

"See how the hermit is crossed over the hanged man?

Love is the cross. The rest is lost.

Carry the cross and die on it."

Dusk and dawn will be one

time will turn into a ghost

I'll kiss you on the lips, nine no more

You'll cut my noose, twelve no more

but you and I

mere men before the cross

mere men then, now gods.

x

// Marigold Tarot Print