(C) Ali Arsanjani

We wait for it in fields and mountains

We wait for it in scores and thousands

 

it’s coming, approaching with uncanny pace

not here, in the three dimensions of space

 

but in the fourth of time, that that plays

us, a cool breeze when we see its face

 

on the last one, they tested Einstein’s theory of gravity

to see if light will bow in the grandeur of Totality.

 

It unites and covers our flaws when we feel its majesty

people become civil again, and resurrect magnanimity

 

some almost tremble, in breathtaking trepidation

others seem cool, feign silent indignation

 

and then… the sky darkens, the crowd… lulls and hearkens

the eye.. in the sky dilates, peering at expectant covered eyes

 

we look up and deep, into the eye, with dilated pupils,

news casters pause, in silent respect for totality with people

 

my hair begins to stands on end, as I feel

the royal presence, pass over,  I’m overwhelmed

 

as I gaze at the Totality with my inner eye,

I gaze into Eternity and I wonder why

 

I feel it envelope me from the inside out

The dark-light warmth pervades, abides

 

It’s not the Sun, it’s not the Moon

It’s their Creator I feel, that makes me swoon

And makes me reel.

 

 

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