The Consummation

A final sonnet

Don’t worry. This is the last one in this series.

At last the seven heavens heave and roll
Expanding to Jerusalem on earth,
In might descending 'midst the cosmic lull
Between the fiery death and burning birth.

The Son takes dusty, imaged ones as wife.
And on the banks of Cornerstone-sprung spring,
‘Neath billowed bowers of the Tree of Life,
While side-by-side a billion siblings sing,

We stand amidst the living, gilt, good shade 
And dance beside the laughing, leaping stream
And worship as past glassy shores we wade.
And, seeing from outside time's shrouding seams,

Oh, wonder! Creation, Church, and all that can
Sing praises to the Tree, Joy, Head, and God-made-man.