A Great Cloud by Kevin Ott

After standing too long upon the tin mantle of this modern age,

Rising above the starless deep,

I stepped off the ledge and dove into the dusk and sage,

 

As I floated in freefall I passed interminable terraces of faces,

Shaped and refined by two thousand Amazing Graces,

Rising above the starless deep,

 

Upon our second birth we are paratroopers,

Who plummet from the plane with umbilical cut,

After standing too long upon the tin mantle of this modern age,

 

Plunging not into a great cloud of war,

But into a sea of saints and earnest faces,

I stepped off the ledge and dove into the dusk and sage,

 

Into a billion prayers of thanksgiving surrounding,

Two thousand years of forgiven hearts abounding,

Rising above the starless deep,

 

Overshadowed by that great cloud I look across an ocean-sized love, but not with such pain as before,

For that which for so long was a mystery, is a mystery no more,

Joined to Christ and His beloved Bride, you and I peer across the ocean on Abraham’s starry shore,

Where in His mercy I found His mystery gift, imparting promised joy and faith,

Rejoicing that such shining gifts, give us new feasts of God to taste,

And though upon separate strands we each walk,

We gather and are knit together around the Cross, where forgiveness is,

And then, with shouts of praise we leap off the edge of this world into a great cloud of witnesses,

After standing too long upon the tin mantle of this modern age,

We step off the ledge and dive into the dusk and sage.