Resurrection-reunion-2 by Stanley Spencer
I dared to walk behind the veil,
following your infinite shadow.
I saw everyone simultaneously on
one huge mountain meadow.
Waiting for the last day of creation,
they all – together, separated by fate,
the purpose of life haven’t embraced,
while traveled on Earth - have gone astray.
Moved by strong invisible impulse,
kneeled down -fists hit the chest,
whispered the passionate words of repentance,
grateful for a chance to rebirth at the quest.
Moving in dance's precise rhythm,
they waved white handkerchief - catalyst,
sacred voice from distance emitted,
filling the souls with hope and bliss.