Who is this would-be Redeemer
stalking my own mirror?
Whether for good or evil
I remain steadfastly ambivalent.
Riding Time’s unfolding edge,
glancing forward for faith in better
surer lasting light
glancing backward darkens optimistic hope
to change what I cannot,
to fulfill commitments to grow together
as I might
were I not so all-encompassing alone.
Universe of Presence much too vast for home.
Even so, the present makes a safer home
than future’s pregnant womb
or past’s sterile tomb,
drawing these two faces together
in stigmatic messiah wound,
breathing in and out,
stifling each victorious shout
“Not yet!…not yet….again
my time unwilling to climax
without our Time Beloved.
Faith in fated freedom
struggles with choosing birth as death
to what might have been,
contents with choosing life
as if chosen through cosmic coincidence
of karmic evolution.
Redeemer hearts and minds
perpetually ride anguish surf of paradise.