All the years I have waited
Each day here
As the round of slaughtered beasts
has filled the air with the smell of blood and flesh.
I have seen nations fall.
Emperors rise
not dreaming that their realms will end
their statues will be broken, their names erased.
Now, there in Simeon's arms
- the still point
The axis on which the universe turns.
Ancient of Days, yet six weeks old.
Time for us now, Simeon
Dawn has come
We've waited through some dark nights
We've seen the light, we can find our way home.
I am going to unashamedly steal this for Mass this morning.
ReplyDeleteYou can do so quite unashamedly!
DeleteWow. Thank-you.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love it.
ReplyDeleteIt conveys the transience of all things coupled with a sense of the powerful reality of "coming home" - a feeling which here is shown to be more lasting, more "real", than Emperors and the trappings of power.
ReplyDeleteA fine poem, thanks for sharing :) Cheers, Jehode