When Heaven's Light Has Faded

there is a slik thread
of hope that lingers
on the air in the shaddow
of an imperceptable molecule
that touched your body once

i know not whether it rubbed
upon your hebrew skin
or if it passed through you
breathed vitally within

i know not if it passed by a miracle
or the telling of a parable
or if it pressed into your carcass
already sacrificed at the cross

though it be so stretched
and all men deny it
that you were ever here
i dare to grasp that elusive fibre

it is the rope of my very life
what a privilege and blessing
to live within this current age
where your name's still known