Reality Arises from Dreams
“He hath shewed strength with his arm”
Ashoka and then Jesus come from dreams.
The angel Gabriel appears so real
That his Annunciation almost seems
An actuality. It makes her feel
It happened not at night but in bright day.
Who knows? Perhaps the night-time vision wakes
In her so pure that it is like a ray
Of utterness more true than dreams. She breaks
To freedom far above the night in song,
A song still sung in choirs near twilight naves
In glistening cathedral tones. The strong
Words spell the opening of love and graves.
Ashoka came, an emperor, and Christ
The King. They made best dreams a sunrise tryst.