The Brief Gate into Ecstasy
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He raised his hands and wrists to Christ and all
The world was changed. The evening worship paused
As if no God existed. I, like Saul,
Was struck so forcibly that trauma caused
A blindness to the rest. The world was mute
In spite of gospel music, mute as pine
Cores he had chopped that day and left just root
And stump. We both believed and hours divine
Had settled on us. Heaven’s deeps brought spring
To Sabbath air. The evening star appeared
Inside the room as when that first man king
Was young, before he even dreamed of beard
And sin in Eden. Love was wink-time old
Before I knew my destiny was told.