“He rose from the dead and ascended into heaven”
Words full of vectors. Above and below.
Travelling on this great y-axis.
Cutting into the earth, and rising above it.
And disappearing from sight.
We’ve got too Cartesian in our theology
And want to co-ordinate
To assign vectors and fix positions
“He was here!”
“The kingdom is this way!”
But we can’t know his velocity
Can determine neither distance
Or time to divide into speed
Only this truth:
That his disappearance into the infinity
Of all directions and all places at all times
Leaves us looking along the plane
Of our own axis, asking
Where is he now, here, near?
And going there to follow.