all things

Would stay, perhaps, 

Little wren

And make this sacrament

Here and now and always

My wracked body

Stays more easily

My limbs would be wings

If not for Higgs' curtain

I am present to your gift

When you take flight

I too will soar

Into the great gray space

Liminal as it is

Will you fear for a moment as I will-

That we get washed out by the Light?

Fearless, you flew.  And I followed.

Twisting and arcing through shape'd space

Surely your flight paths were straight

Space itself twisted and writhed

As we immersed, freely

Fear fell away

What broken bodies, what spent lands

What scorched sky, what mighty Heavens?

What purity of conscience? What death?

What, then, are we, but Light?

What then is life but God?

Your spent matter lay for days

But I never forgot you and your gift

The world is gone, the light passed on

Yet I remain, in gratitude, 

In peace, knowing we fulfilled

Our tiny charge, our singularity

Our non-zero time

Now life returns

To the Node, the Null

Until…