Lost In Translation

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A poem for the Feast of the Ascension

 

 

He spoke of leaving

scripture as being fulfilled

Did we sense the change?

He'd proved a Resurrection

that was his, not ours

 

Every filament 

was radiant with new life

Something had happened

Nothing was as it had been

The Rubicon crossed

 

His transparent eye

beheld another country

Jerus'lem conquered

but the Romans still held sway

and their coin was king

 

Glory fled the tomb

We looked back with nostalgia

laughing children and

lepers cleansed, the lame striding

toward a future

 

Greater miracles

he promised we'd do than his

We couldn't see it

not without his live person

nerving our belief

 

He drew us into

the beam of his new vision

Not absence, presence

Flesh must lose reality

Spirit is power

 

In cloud he lost us,

or we him: we watched transfixed

to see him gaining 

paradise at our expense

At least it felt so.

 

Why no bitter pain?

No agony of parting?

It was as if his

heart, mind and limbs were ours now

torment held in check

 

The ether penned him,

while angels held us captive

to a vital theme

upon the cusp of longing

and expectancy...

 

 

Comments 2

 
Anonymous on Friday, 15 May 2015 04:38

Well, I'll start again. Of course, you couldn't know what that means. I had started a comment on this fine poem and the power went out. It didn't last long but I lost what I had written. We had a perfect day in this part of the world for the occasion -- Ascension Thursday. My sister and brother-in-law picked me up for mass at Star Of The Sea a nice 100-year-old church two blocks from the Atlantic Ocean. The sky was much like that surrounding your dove.

The poem had a meditative effect on me. No jars or jolts -- all mood. Serene. Father Fitzpatrick's homily was like that this morning. He talked about criticizing or complaining about other people and the things they do. With me it's "dumb" or "illogical" things. Why is he doing it that way? Can't he see...? Father Fitz said, "we don't know what anybody's going through." Something I have to keep reminding myself to remember. It's a habit and not a good one -- forgetting that I don't know the other person's story. Then there are mechanical things. It seems when one thing breaks down everything breaks down. So I spent the day on the phone putting out fires. And, possibly because my day had such a peaceful start, I was gentle and patient with everyone I talked to. Or tried my best. Amazing for me. Your poem was part of that experience.

Well, I'll start again. Of course, you couldn't know what that means. I had started a comment on this fine poem and the power went out. It didn't last long but I lost what I had written. We had a perfect day in this part of the world for the occasion -- Ascension Thursday. My sister and brother-in-law picked me up for mass at Star Of The Sea a nice 100-year-old church two blocks from the Atlantic Ocean. The sky was much like that surrounding your dove. The poem had a meditative effect on me. No jars or jolts -- all mood. Serene. Father Fitzpatrick's homily was like that this morning. He talked about criticizing or complaining about other people and the things they do. With me it's "dumb" or "illogical" things. Why is he doing it that way? Can't he see...? Father Fitz said, "we don't know what anybody's going through." Something I have to keep reminding myself to remember. It's a habit and not a good one -- forgetting that I don't know the other person's story. Then there are mechanical things. It seems when one thing breaks down everything breaks down. So I spent the day on the phone putting out fires. And, possibly because my day had such a peaceful start, I was gentle and patient with everyone I talked to. Or tried my best. Amazing for me. Your poem was part of that experience.
Rosy Cole on Friday, 15 May 2015 11:00

Glad if it helped at all, Charlie. And thanks for saying so. But don't go putting the Fire out next Sunday week! :-)

Glad if it helped at all, Charlie. And thanks for saying so. But don't go putting the Fire out next Sunday week! :-)
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