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SD Ascension


I have travelled light 
so that the leaving should be easier.

What I bequeath is left according to your will
and this new testament. I leave a church 

to be built on a broken rock. I leave 
nothing written down. I heard my words 

blown freely on the winds of Galilee
to seed the hearts of men. I leave no money,

debts or property, no house for shrine, 
no artefact for relic. I leave just 

the remnants of a meal. My cloak 
is cast aside and gambled for. I leave 

no tomb to raid, no corpse to disinter
no fingerprints, no blood, no DNA.

I could have gained the world,
but nothing now stands between us 

but this one last legacy: because 
it is written, because

it holds the only power with which
the trap of human death will be unsprung

and because until I give it up to you 
it cannot be returned to anyone

father into your hands 
I commit my spirit.

Seventh and last poem in the sequence words from the cross.  The closing section was revised in February 2018. 

Godfrey Rust, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for details of permissions for use.