In the course of the ages past
In the ages now and to come
There is planted in the make of man
A seed as black as the night of nights
A stain that marks each soul’s fabric
No washing washes the befoul of man
The mark of one is to be the mark of all
Blight is the color of the day and night
Storms that brew sweep down and on
Leaving the curse of the cursing to be
But through another of ineffable love
There rises above the dark One so pure
The seed marked but not bemired
Though sprung forth from blackened soil
It and it alone brought forth to cleanse
To cleanse the indelible mark of man
In peerless beauty to behold from above
Contrition rears itself in confession clean
Through the One the many are made new
A perfect flower of stainless purity saves
Calming the brewing storms so deep
Lifting the banished to be brought near
And in the course of ages eternal
Now and to come the bile is the beloved
And there this one rest in the Other
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
January 1 2012
Watercolor “Course of Ages” by Bob
