He rumbles across fields of lilies   Without breaking a one
He approaches—Immaculate!
This Nomad of ancient millennia
This Wayfarer, this Vagabond
This Creator and Owner   Of all that He sees.
This Treasure and abundant reserve
Of all that is lovely and true,
Precious beyond the gold.
Extraordinary above all gems
 Found and not found
 From Time’s beginning.
Innocent a great ways past  All babies born forever,
Mysterious in excel sis
Superior to the vast accumulation  Of mankind’s great thinkers,
Philosophers, statesmen and warriors.
Resting atop white steed,  His Light emanates,
To distant Galaxies…At last, He dismounts.
The earth is still now.
It recognizes its Creator  And trembles at the pressure
Of Precious feet upon green earth.
He stands alone
And yet far from it
For a great host of Angelic Beings  Gathers around him; invisible for now.
When Darkness encroaches  Upon their position
The mere force of his breath  Scatters the enemy.
Time and nature Stand still for Him,
This Being Immortal  The Essence of all Good.
Alpha and Omega
The Beginning and the End--

Carolyn L. Sorrell – Copyright© 1998 – All Rights Reserved