Between two worlds, just after

The cusp of midnight, the shuttering

Stone moves aside as if of its own

Volition: white light spilling from its

Edges, its thunder echoing in the cavern,

Announcing to the slumbering city

My luminescent rising. Chameleon-like,

I absorb all color and shadow and thus

I am invisible. Death hid and healed me

Till the third day, and now I must

Unfold from the nuclear flash, recreate

Myself and all of life, shape and reshape

Everything with my smallest gestures.

The world, reinvented in my utmost

Hope into parables of atonement and

Redemption, will perhaps learn

Forgiveness, and my closest friends

Will not recognize me because I have been

Purified by flames that consumed only

My shroud. On my way home whence

All this light comes, I will walk

Lightly among the unheeding gasps

Of the stunned world, in the vast

Muted festival of marigolds and stones.

 

15 April 2017

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