Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Night of the Lord

(…or, the Lord of Kings Stood)

Within the dark sleepless night
The earth moaned under the floor

A moon pale light, thro’ snowflake-drapes:
It would be a hallowed night…

He appeared out from a misty hollow   
From a flash within the dark

White apparel, red robed
Alone, contemplative, hands raising

One look…then he disappeared
He broke my equilibrium

Who was He, —he was there!
Seem fair to ask my second mind?

As providence would have it, he was
Was he not, the Lord of Hosts?...

No: 4414/ 6-27-2014 (Happening, 1:15 a.m.)
Dedicated to JC