Aftermath
By Joel Kabakov
There have been unkept promises
Through the centuries
To deliver a Messiah,
Promises of lands never never
Knights heroic
Princesses of the dance
Fields of divine bounty
Now crowded into a snapshot
That lies upon the table
Of the abandoned room
Where once we slept
Perhaps like Jesus’ family
In the morning of the advent
Of a new world
Where we had come to re-write
The stories that kept us enscriptured
In silent procession through the centuries
Our own voices now unlocked
From their cruel cages
Recapturing the stars
Beauty in the heavens
Not made special for us
Here upon our wandering speck
In the galaxy of light
Oh appear, appear sweet apparitions,
Saints, angels, givers of light!
Inhabit our dreams
Animate our dance.
We are here to witness thee,
As you rise and set with the sun!
Lives in Oregon