Ascension

Ascension Day

“He rose from the dead and ascended into heaven”

Words full of vectors. Above and below.

Travelling on this great y-axis.

Cutting into the earth, and rising above it.

And disappearing from sight.

We’ve got too Cartesian in our theology

And want to co-ordinate

To assign vectors and fix positions

“He was here!”

“The kingdom is this way!”

But we can’t know his velocity

Can determine neither distance

Or time to divide into speed

Only this truth:

That his disappearance into the infinity

Of all directions and all places at all times

Leaves us looking along the plane

Of our own axis, asking

Where is he now, here, near?

And going there to follow.

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