Ascension

Emerging from the Dark, the final act drew near,
The climax of the ancient, sacred rite,
Though none who lived on Earth could see it clear,
Lost in the slippery mire of their fright.

Thus legends of great origins were born,
Reflecting living sources, pure and true,
And a caressing breeze, in wonder, gently torn,
Rocked frozen verses on the grass and dew.

Almighty Time, the tablet and the shroud,
Where to forget is both our fate and prize!
But the heavy haze of centuries, a future cloud,
Will not eclipse the light within those eyes.

We cannot forget the eyes that mirrored all –
Life, and Death, and Salvation, and the Mystery,
And the worlds fell silent, watching Her appall,
As we do – full of rapturous misery.

Taking shelter in a crimson, heavenly cloak,
The sunset lay, a pilgrim tired and spent.
How – for us, who see the trivial in the grand folk –
How to perceive the Great in the small event?!

And, as if uniting the Beginning with the End,
The cosmic calls announced to every sphere,
That He was once more with the Father, to transcend,
Transformed into the immortal Word, now here.