Antecedent to Being
A poem for the ceaseless quest
In apprehension, the ascender dreads approaching the throne. After billions of births and hoards of harrowed hells, the awe-refined mortal finally approaches Through arid paradise— silent seraphim lead on to the innermost threshold. This earth-origin soul fears an ultimate shewing of which angels dare not hint. Alone in spirit, gazing boldly upward into truth’s stillness: The seat of central majesty, all along, remains empty, eternally. A hallowed halo exposes itself as a hollow hole. Highest heaven, held so dear in anticipation, echoes weary, drab, and restless. A universe hierarchy peers into supermassive saint storage, cheering each diligent victim. “Where is our Jesus? Where the Holy One of Avraham Avinu?” moan multitudes of perplexed righteous. “Have you seen Him anywhere?” sings the choir in glory, “We have unanswered questions...”