Poetry















Resurrection 32




1

Here I set down the end of this romance;

The final chapter of this adventure

That the end is home is no coincidence.

I followed the garden path to the front door

My house was just as it had been long since,

As I had left it, as it was before

The world had ended. Unseen artifice

An inexplicable love had authored this.


2

Inside, I found them, looking back at me

With that heart-breaking lack of any point

To them being there, which made me want to cry.

Why were they there, waiting and expectant?

Such impossible meaningless beauty

Waiting for me? It could be different.

But my desire to find and live with them

Was the love, beyond desire, which led me home.


3

Reaching across the vast infinite distance

Between two souls, who have two perspectives,

Who are entirely separate in experience

Who certainly were born to separate lives

To die alone and flourish only once,

Love opens out a world in the one who loves

To someone else. But that is not its use;

It does not serve to arouse such happiness.


4

Rather, the happiness and the desire

Is what the soul was made for at the start

When God first brought the world out of the fire

Of his creative and destructive spirit.

Who were those people waiting for me there?

What claim had they on me and on my heart?

This world is mine alone, I’ve never known

Another soul, a truly living one.


5

I try to express the most perfect response

To my desire when I looked at my kin.

How love affects you and how softly it burns,

Without a meaning other than this one:

To be the reason of all existence.

A man’s alone. If all creation

Were put to death by him, he’d be forgiven

By God, he would be welcome still in heaven


6

If he repented and asked for mercy.

For no one matters more than him to God.

We know this. Therefore, why be with these three?

Such were the marvellous thoughts which filled my head

When I returned and found my family.

In my first life, before the end of the world,

Sometimes the child would spend time at my house.

I’d pick her up with spare clothes and nappies


7

I’d take her to the car and strap her in

Calm and indifferent to me she was

Her chubby legs, with miniature shoes on

Her hair clipped back. She wore a frilly dress

We’d eat and she would sleep soundly alone

So I would work into the early hours

At electronic circuits I had made

Before I tired and took myself to bed.


8

The next day we would go to Nain’s, then town

There we would eat, and I would feed her bread.

I’d hold her close, as if she were my own,

She sat upon my arm, close to her dad.

Now there were really two people in one

Alone entirely, but the world was shared.

Yet from the metaphysical perspective

You are alone, and you alone are active.


9

Reaching across the infinite abyss

Between the souls which came this weary way

Across the extinction and apocalypse

Desire turns into love for somebody

Who is as distant as the pallid stars

Or our old predecessors. Separately

We’ve journeyed with a fate which is just ours.

I thought of this when I got to the house.


10

I embraced them each in silence and sat down.

My wife had laid the table, my young child

Was drawing something; and the older one

He glanced from me to some book that he held

In the other room the television screen

Was lit up; such the recreated world.

The echoes of the future and the past

Were here and there. But I was holding fast


11

To what the present moment had to give

Of the ideal and the eternal form

Which people are unfolding when they live

In time and in the timeless outside time.

There would be time to find out and to prove

Where the afterlife is different or the same.

But surely, only those who wanted it

Were breathing in this world, as God had said.


12

“What will we do now? It’s not like before,

The world has ended,” so the youth inquired

Of me. I said: “I suppose we will explore.

Work and investigate.” Thus, it appeared,

The children were just my children once more.

The round red wood stained table, it was laid

With plates and place mats on the table cloth

Photos and paintings hung in their old spots


13

The door toward the kitchen was ajar

My wife was taking something from the oven

I felt the warmth through the radiator

It was like being home, all normal, even.

I thought to hug them all again, aware

That this was needless, being now in heaven.

“What are we going to do?” the boy was saying

And I was smiling back at him replying:


14

“We don’t need to do anything. We’ll go

From one day to the next, and we’ll enjoy

The gift of life, we’ll see how the new winds blow.

It was created perfect every way.

We’ll work, explore, and learn and come to know.”

“Shall we go travelling on a journey?”

“We’ll see the depth and heights, the east and west,

The whole earth will be our main interest.


15

“And we’ll enlarge our minds with every science

To reveal all the powers latent inside

The destiny of homo sapiens

In constant commerce with the will of God.

And then to outer space, we’ll take machines

To other worlds, as yet unknown and hid.

Forever making, with our maker forever

To be like him in mind and in endeavour.”


16

That’s how the voyage through all time and space

Resolved itself. That’s all I have to tell:

Of me and them I loved in our old house.

My wife sat down, she let me serve the meal

A European dish you’d call lobscouse.

Having passed through the darkest parts of hell

And having been tested body, soul, and mind,

In better places, one more thing remained:







(c) Jason Powell, 2025.

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