On That Eighth Day

On that Eighth Day

of Creation

He stepped forth,

an everlasting Lazarus,

Who, brilliant in renewal,

Came to walk among our death

once again,

Just as unrecognizible in Resurrection

as before

When He deigned to become

enfolded in our shroud of dust

Walking with the blind

He bade the very rocks to silence

their joy

and whispered stillness

to His cavorting creation---

Then

proffering pierced palms,

He plucked darkness from a soul

and stood

revealed

as He shall appear

That day His coming shall

quick-catch-snatch away

our blind and dark-glass gropings

as He did before.

But never before

has He been seen as HE is:

King of Kings

Lord of Lords

J. Bancroft