The Event

Time occasionally escapes
its narrow tube of transport
in waves of influence.

There is one event
so significant
it feels like it is ever repeating

because it's always unfolding
in freshly realised implications,
new dimensions of completion
and pristine epochs of accomplishment.

It is an event of bloody terror,
an event of merciful healing.

It is an event of violent killing,
and event of peaceful giving.

It is an event of overwhelming sorrow,
an even of heart-deep joy.

It is an event of whips and nails,
an event of captives freed.

It is an event of a cry forsaken,
an event comfort for the isolated.

It is an event of naked humiliation,
an event of shame concealed.

It is an event of goodness silenced,
an event of amplified perfection.

It is an event of blind condemnation,
an event of liberating conviction.

It is an event of ultimate death,
an event of unquenchable life.

Time did escape
its narrow tube of transport
in an event too significant
to be held to one rotation,

So momentous in its ambition
it feels like its ever repeating,
yet so complete in its accomplishment
it can never be repeated.

Written April 2013

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