I did not die. In rising up I did
But stay the same. Eternity had come
To claim its own from the embrace of time
and bitter kiss of death. I but came home
After a journey so diminutive
that Heaven never noticed it began
Nor ended. Unencumbered , changelessly,
the Christ united with the Son of man,
And what belonged to God returned to Him.
Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath.
I did not die. Appearances of hate
Enveloped Me. Illusions veiled My eyes
and stopped My heart. Earth's dream closed over Me,
and that was all. The Son of God must rise
Above all dreams of fear. Would God allow
The Son who is like Him to separate
From life that is Himself? His Comforter
Came down to lift Me up within his great
And silent wings. The peace of God unbound
My hands and feet. For who can stop the Heart
Of God Himself, or veil the eyes that watch
His Son in mercy, or make Him depart
From what is but Himself?
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