“Hidden City” by Scott Cairns

“Hidden City” by Scott Cairns

 

And now I think Jerusalem abides untouched,

the temple yet intact, its every cornerstone

in place, its vault replete with vivid scent, its ark

 

alight with vigil lamps whose oil is never spent.

In psalm the pilgrim asks forgiveness, pleads that God

return the Spirit to the heart, and look, the Ghost

 

had never left, had never for an instant drawn

away, had only watched His presence made obscure

by soul’s own intermittent darkening. Just so,

 

the three companions of the Lord had blindly walked

the lesser part of three dim years before their eyes

beheld the Light that bathed the Son eternally.

 

Just so, the Light of Tabor spools extending past

the vision of the multitude, if nonetheless

apparent to the meek, the poor, the pure in heart.

 

Just so, the Holy City bides within the heart,

awaits the day the pilgrim will arrive, will quit

the road, turn in to greet his City’s boundless sweep, and see.

-“Hidden City” by Scott Cairns

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