(…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
