The speckling concrete
The speckling concrete
A breakfast of grilled fish and bread
Already prepared, even though
You’re invited to add your own
To the meal I myself have spread.
But one more thing I have to show.
One hundred fifty-three is more
Than seven men could ever eat––
And that’s just food! I have in store
Greater kindness than any door
Could hope to contain: you will see.
Like the death-knell tolling three times
You hear me, and tears fill your eyes,
But I am here to heal, not damn.
I am sending you, and you can
Know My love will always abide.
Nor bolted doors nor drowning eyes
Can dam the sun’s rays when they rise.
O Mary, hear your name!
Let go for now; one day you will
Sit and feast with Me to your fill,
For you, too, will be changed:
Incorruptible, just like Me,
Unhindered by sin’s foul deeds;
You’ll be made new, made whole.
Go tell our brothers, yours and Mine:
The light of this First Day shines
On you, so tell them. Go!
Run, John, run, but when you arrive,
Wait––Peter’s holding his sides,
Slower, gasping for breath.
Look in and see, all is empty:
The tomb, the clothes; the air is free
Of the rank stench of death.
The world has changed; it marches on
To its appointed end and song.
Like Mary, hear your name.
Like Peter and John, look inside
And see the grave clothes laid aside
And never be the same.
Put your hand to the circular door;
Step out of the safety of the hole.
Invisible G-runes, like notched trees,
Unbeknownst yet inexorably
Driving toward forests and stone trolls,
Glittering Arkenstone, untold more.
The womb-warm Shire remembered, behind,
Yet further ahead at journey’s end.
Bring your pail to Niagara;
Put it in deep:
Catch the current, the mist and foam
That flow wholly
Undiminished by puny pails.
Roaring laughter and dancing waves––
Away to sea.
Behold the Man!
Ecce rex vester!
Behold your King!
The adit stands open, promising
Its rich vein to those whose axes ring.
Any sense of the shafts’ scale is lost
In the echoing chambers of stone.
Some find gems just lying on the ground;
Others grunt, sweat, weary, having found
Wealth of unimaginable cost,
Worth the back-breaking labor to own.
Some pan for gold, rejoicing at each
Hard-won ounce and nearly missed nugget:
Treasures to make monarchs’ pale, in reach,
Carts loaded with dubloons and ducats.
This wealth outlasts enfortressed bullion,
Though rarely accepted as tender;
Vast dividends and returns rendered
To those who come empty and barren.
But blood-sweat praying, biding
His time, per the Father’s will––
The world and guards His sheepfold,
For enemies near and far
To corrupt by evil ploy
The ones for whom He will bleed:
What is a Deibide Baise Fri Toin?
Command praise from your devotees.
If you hear it, bless them, O mute.
Lift them with your wooden hands; see
With your carved eyes their loyalty.
From those from death You have redeemed.
Life that lasts eternity through
We will gladly give You glory
We will trust You, our help and shield.
James’ warm clothes and food:
Faith’s signed deposit slips––
More than sufficient funds.