Terminal

Old, thin, hairless, legless
Lying in a crib before the window
I thought you would be dead by now
But still you stare in bafflement at sunlight

Playing with the beams as if
You were a two-month infant with a toy -
Soon you will put on these shoes of light
And rising from the stretcher walk away

Upward toward the river and the source
Sunlight on a river bed of space
Walking on a stream of light as Jesus walked
Upon the surface of our darkness

He said: there is no death - can you believe Him?
Look, this light wherein He catches souls



image and poetry (c) Pavel Chichikov, 2001

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