"Mary"
Toil over.
Weary twilight comes.
Silence and rest.
And she, unaware,
of the cosmic singularity
that is herself.
Eternity soon to intrude
at the fulcrum of her assent.
She bears no weight.
Seconds have fallen lightly, gently.
Her days unfreighted
by intimations of destiny
or portents of glory.
The lightest of miracles.
A most ordinary election.
All her recommendation
escaping our gaze,
until heaven announces
her unseen worth.
Seconds have fallen lightly, gently.
Her days unfreighted
by intimations of destiny
or portents of glory.
The lightest of miracles.
A most ordinary election.
All her recommendation
escaping our gaze,
until heaven announces
her unseen worth.
