THE GOSPEL A wonder blazed ascent on sylvan wing. So taken by the Greatness, knelt the very Earth, for merely carnal scant of MichelAngelo Buonarroti Endured the thing. Was rare the naked body of the Lord, As threading into sky He spiraled true. No more was I than D.A. Vid You, and each of us ennobled to behold transfigured Vision. Ecstatic gold burst from our lips. There soaring into ether, Bold transcendence tore to taste the caper. All bliss would Summon bliss to heed such vapor. I'd beg of stern Jehovah In his mercy kindle this small verse. We're left behind though Soaring: brittle, worse. A billion suns exploded on the path He raked. And each of them unequal to His Face. Word Reaches us He's stationed King of Kings. Let such be such, the Mystery stings.