The Coming
When you first came - your clarion sounded by a thousand fables -
Nobody noticed you, hid in your own shadow, Nobody saw the Man behind the winding-sheet Who opened his arms wide and called to the children; Who opened his arms wide with a lovely smile And touched the amazing glass for allto see In the bending light your face...bare Love breaks through a fissure of time In which the heart, the Earth, and the Sun, stop. And the second time, You blew like pollen through a thousand hearts Lighting the grains of love into a flare; Striking like a match dry nerves, and in a running flame Catching the hands of the unprepared, of the unwary, Catching the hands of the dancers in delight And running with their messages of love All over the Universe. We are astonishment, we whose wide eyes were burnt open; Bursting like stars on the firmament of fear. The third Coming comes in a blue silence. Those Who have understood, bowing their melting eyes To the Infinite as the liquid Love of the Will of the Father Floods and flows over the last banks of our history, Floods and flows white as our burning blood, Yielding with utmost grace each heart to the Inconceivable As gaunt brothers tower in fear over a brief terrain And are taken, all, with the body of the world. And are faced, all, by the eyes of Christ in the blue silence |