It was Luminous
It was Sorrowful
And in the end,
It was Glorious
Some heard it
Some touched it
Some smelled it in the air
And some tasted it --- and still do
Some proclaimed loudly its re-coming
And some touched the hem of its garment.
But they didn’t begin to comprehend,
What was, and is, and ever more will be.
Some think they do, but they’re confused.
And sadly, some don’t even try.
There is no sense
And for all man’s self-proclaimed wisdom,
There is no understanding.
There is nothing a human can choose to do.
It is all a gift.
Or it doesn’t exist at all --- and never will.