A Road to Emmaeus

If I have fallen far into night

and tread the erstwhile path of ghosts

 

If I have stayed the blow of morn

and wrenched this shroud ever close

 

If I have drunk from shadowed pools

while sealed inside this spectral skin

 

If I fear the roads that I have walked

and where, reclaimed, I might begin

 

Then turn the earth along its side

Where penance, burning, still abides

 

Unchain the sun, its searing arc

Let reign the fires, the branding mark

 

Ignite these knots, these sinews strung

Across this heart that glory won