RESURRECTION


I see now I see
now I cannot see

earth is a blizzard in my eyes

I hear now

            the rustle of the snow

the angels listening above me

            thistles bright with sleet
            gathering

waiting for the time
to reach me
up to the pillared
sun, the final city

            or living towers

unrisen yet
whose dormant stones lie folding
their holy fire around me

            (but the land shifts with frost
            and those who have become the stone
            voices of the land
            shift also and say

            god is not
            the voice in the whirlwind

            god is the whirlwind

            at the last
            judgement we will all be trees