Our Ascension

Look up, Look up
at the sun, the moon, the clouds that gather gas in mass
the rain as it falls down the pane of glass
do we know
that this too shall pass?

This season of waiting
of looking to the sky
of calling to up high
for this hole that needs filling
as world hibernates and implodes in

What is salvation
when we’ve become separate?
Where is our savior
when we’ve become desperate?

This hole, this waiting
the ticking of anticipation
down here
the ground of fear

Is where the angels whisper and appear
in our hopelessness and in our tears

So do not only look up,
but look down and around
within creation
to feel feet firmly on this foundation
where angels lead us in meditation
to the Sabbath of our incarnation.