Well it’s finished
I would have to go all out
purge myself of doubt
hold on till the final hour
push for verification
of the one veritable transitory power*
to seal what happened
what was and is and ever more shall be
with the indisputable fact,
the terminating stamp,
of my own story.
Why not take their word?
I trusted them enough.
We saw him risen in the light!
Our own eyes feasted on the sight!
Where was I then
delayed in darkness
caught in traffic
held up by bandits
lost down blind alleys?
And when I arrived,
he had come and gone
the meeting was adjourned.
Was it so wrong to have yearned
to know for myself,
not only to have heard,
of what glory they were so assured?
How could he come when I was gone
and leave me, coming,
to be slapped with that second hand joy?
I did not know how he had spared me
how my delay was grace.
So I choking, sputtered
strutted through their glee:
Not me.
Not me.
I shall not believe what I cannot see!
Then you came back.
What were we doing then
eating lunch
talking about the Cubs
debating the umpire’s call?
You came back
or forward
or was it we who moved?
You came and went
climbing out of centuries
striding through solid wall
and stood once more before us all.
“Here, here,” you said
and slipped my hand
into your side pocket
wrapping me with your anguish.
The room spun round.
My skin turned inside out
and my soul’s raw quick
swaddled in the mitten of your wound
chafed next to your rib.
I shrunk
till I was no bigger
than a speck
upon your shoe.
I had loved you
of that I had no doubt.
But your gaping spaces opened my ears
to the triumph shout
of life’s Word
and seared me,
sealed me with the sight
of what till then I had only heard:
that you loved me before I ever knew
that you came back all torn
and maimed for me to see
that I would see
you love me too.
So now I sit
unable to pretend I never wore
the ring of your palm round my finger,
unable to deny
we have been wedded by your pain,
unable to forget
the moist seam of your wound
and the intimacy
in asking me to touch you there.
Unable to swill in perplexity
to feign ignorance
to sulk amidst the heart’s strivings
or fume when things go all awry,
for that which I had heard
which I saw with my eye
which I looked upon
and touched with my own hand
that which has completed my joy
has completed me.
And I am finished,
through
for now, my dearest, dearest love,
there is only you.
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As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. John 15: 9-12
*the one veritable transitory power, from T.S. Eliot’s, Ash Wednesday
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