A quiet year

I'm still pushing through She Who Is Alive during this year of enforced stillness and isolation, an isolation broken by our visitor above. With it arrives the alien ship, and the following doxology is sung. 

This message is addressed to no one 

Who does not already possess it

As his own life or as a yearning

Of his heart.

Let us hurl ourselves

Into time's dynamic sweep

And hear age-old tales

As if they were new

That they may teach us to speak. 

Pharaoh foretold it in his day

And Sibyl the prophetess too

With neither fault nor error

That redemption would come to us 

For the greatest guilt.

At night the leaping fountains speak 

In a louder tone and make

The heart a leaping flame.

Into the nighttime is expelled

What once ruled during the day. 

Whence all this?

Not from this world.

From another world.