WHAT HEAVEN CAN CROSS WITH A LEAP

How everything changes! I waited for darkness and it became light, the bell at the end of day chimed instead at dawn, and where I sat softly stitching the shroud, the body itself has gone. Those stiches are thoughts, but the body is real. It had no place to go, or so I believed. The imagination is deep, much wider than thought can encompass. The body has gone into its great width, and angels circle my thoughts with song. There is something that Heaven can cross with a leap!

 

The world is as wide as a song, round-rimmed like one eternal breath. What seemed so strong before, dead as the sinking moon, has risen like the sun from its tomb. I’d like to walk with you around that rim, where the angels sing. Look, then, where the deep imagination springs, and you’ll see that the angels singing are just you and I.

 

Throng

 

And so the dark I wait for’s turned to light,

the bell at the end of day chimes at dawn,

and all that has been won by my own fight

is to peel aside the shroud’s soft-stitched lawn.

The body inside has gone to the deep,

where angels circle my thoughts with their song,

and all that Heaven can cross with a leap

resounds in their ringingly tuneful throng.

 

You and I

 

At once the world is as wide as a song,

or held as one eternal round-rimmed breath,

and what before had seemed to me so strong

has risen like the sun from its tomb of death.

Will you take with me this walk by the world’s round spring,

listen in your heart to the words the angels sing?

And if you’ll look more closely with your deep mind’s eye,

you’ll see the angels singing are just you and I.

 

Best wishes, today,

Landar

 

 

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