For Micah Thom

  

June 7, 1994

 

 For Micah Thom

 

 

Relentless in its chase,

Death overtook him and cast him down.

Beneath the remains of his shattered dreams,

Empty aspirations, his thoughts died with him.

Color left his visage, muscles relaxed, jaw down, body limp,

He lay betwixt heaven and hell,

The stars watching like the eyes of a million devils laughing,

a billion angels weeping,

All creation groaned as another son of glory passed into Sheol.

 

 

He rose through the clouds,

earth far below,

accelerating as he neared the edge of the world,

the end of the sky,

the hem of infinity,

no past, no future, only now,

only now,

the eternal now,

Time is a faded memory,

ancient portals, old negatives, interconnected.

Arrival, the others are here now,

waiting in silence,

"Oh my God.......oh my God!"

 

 

Historical note: Micah Thom (my son) died in March of 1986.