THE RED SHIFT

Men's hearts collapse, astonished by
Billowed mists, like nebulae--
That turn a tinge of red.

While in the spectrum of the eye
Streaks a comet's shooting sigh--
Might darkness fall, instead?

For in the shadows in between,
There are forces, yet unseen--
Determined deeds of dread:

A bridge half-crossed, but overthrown;
The sorrow in a windswept womb;
An angel's fallen seed.

The harlot Earth heaves up in shame--
Corrupted by that dark Un-Named;
The void that sucks, between.

As God regards us, then and now,
In circles bright, mountains will bow
To sync with glory's rills.

Love spins-- enormous-- lest we be lost:
And we stand upon that Crimson Cross:
He holds us now, and stills.



--Abby Elizabeth Charland

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
                                                                                                  --Psalm 90:1