Blossom of spring,

Summer’s full bloom,

Richness of autumn,

Winter’s plenitude.

 

Blissful routine,

Calamity unforeseen.

 

Hellious hatchet

Severing life from limb

Trunk and root;

Like heaven’s hammer

Falls the hoar frost.

 

Crystalline tentacles

Reaving and roving,

Grasping and groping,

Blanching death white

All they touch.

 

Pitched battle interminable.

In its ruinous wake,

Wreckage.

Wasted and blasted,

Feeble and spent.

 

Wither.

 

Yet,

In the waning

There is a turning.

In diminishing,

Increase.

 

Dark chrysalis,

Bright metamorphosis.

 

Pure, piercing, blinding Light

Ne’er seen by mortal eye.

Light not of this world,

But of sevenfold

Lamp and Star.

 

Voice of many waters,

Face like the sun at full,

Eyes aflame with fire,

And from His mouth,

A sharp two-edged sword.

 

Behold, death undone.

Behold, The Resurrection.

Behold, The Life.

And All Things

Shall be made new.

 

Whither.