I’m Coming Back

After John 14:1-3, Song of Solomon 3.6 (and Dr Who Season 4, Episode 13 River’s Song)

The last time I saw you—the real you—you materialized at my threshold from nowhere, neat-suited, hair shorn close.

You led me to those singing spires at Emmaus, those crystalline towers where bread cracked open between your fingers and you vanished like sugar in rain. But you would not say why.

I suppose you knew it was my hour— the library calling, my diary uploading past into your future, future into my past, a strip of salvation spinning in the Father’s infinite mathematics.

There is nothing I can do. I am the carried and the carrier, you have always known from the alpha-moment, that every line rewrites itself, unique and singular as thumbprints in the will, tangled with your regenerations, each face beholding the same ancient eyes.

The hosted three hover like a trinity— coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, white dove-flight from storm-torn sky,

Mercy flowing by Spirit power, speeding toward that golden city where earth dissolves to pure intention.

God’s everlasting truth cuts clean: all this time, I comforted you. I bore your burdens like stones in my kidneys, your fears securely nested inside my ribs, your death flowering in my lungs,

My resurrection energy shaking the very foundations.

Look up—do not bow under the weight, you are splendour suspended between heaven’s geometry and earth’s gravity, you will see me again when time collapses like a house of cards.

All that is still coming— you and me running through corridors of starlight, through the vortex of all possible worlds, while I whisper your true name into the shell of your ear, when prayer finally runs out of words and only wonder remains.

I knew you were real. As High Priest you stood at the altar, a flame of anatomized fire, mortal danger blazing from your skin.

Thine is the blood of transmutation, the marvel of exchange, the Word made flesh.

You ascended, made joy to a joy unknown, to a new joy piercing from paths foregone. And now you’re back, you’re back!

You did it. Four thousand and twenty-two souls lifted up from the country of swine, the forest of the dead, translated to the holy trinity’s country, where we are all part of one another, where every sacrifice blooms reciprocal, where Christ’s love is the only law that matters.

– Nicos Kaloyirou