The Pleiades and the Church of the Savior
When he has died, perfection throbs through all,
Not just through him but also through a height
Complete, distilled, sublimed. An Everest tall
With peak of ice both see-through and pure white
Like heaven’s see-though gold refined by fire
Called agony, called grief reveals him, man
He might have been. Episcopal the choir
He sang in, he went on to notes that span
A wider higher sound like stars in song,
The Seven Stars, for God who makes to turn
The shadow of men’s death to morning, strong
In greater Christs where greater mercies burn.
The Christ of Cranmer changes to the Christ
Of saved drug addicts who was sacrificed.
~ Phillip Whidden
