One day it will seem so natural to slip into
the largeness of ourselves it will simply
happen as if it had always been.
And in the stillness that follows, acceptance will be
as natural as breathing; elegant as the Master’s
chiaroscuro illuminated from within.
And even if we cannot yet pluck the strings of
recognition, even if we cannot touch what seems
too tenuous, too abstract;
even if we can only feel the trembling from within,
we will still sense that unnamable joy that lives in
the delicate sinews of remembrance tethered to
respond to every nuance that stitches us together
and that reaches far beyond even the
farthest boundaries of ourselves.
This is the Event for which we are created. This is
Certainty beyond hesitation. Jubilee’s anticipation
For is it not true that once touched by The Immutable,
there’s no going back? No excuses or apologies, nothing
to forgive or confess? What we know and feel is what only
we can express. This is the music of the spheres
transporting us to another place beyond mere
platitudes and homely rituals.
And this is why we have deliberately created ourselves
in our own image. Each stanza, each verse, flesh on flesh,
-Carol Adler, from Chaconne