We live within “the big sweep”
Standing in the river,
Some singing, some plunged backward
Into a wholeness not yet perceived,
Still half asleep.
The now still
Waits for eternity,
Time not yet transformed
by consciousness.

“Oh Heaven come,” we shout.
“Oh glory, we await your return.”
Halleluiah!, we cry.
“Come Lord Jesus.”

Meanwhile, the blessed earth
Stands still in awe,
Arms uplifted shouting its own Alleluia.
Knowing what we fail to know,
It silently proclaims
What we are blind to see,

How the thief long ago
Climbed in through the window
Of the world,
And took up residence
In the cobwebs and the moss
In the heart of the lion and the lamb.

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