The Choice—a poem by B

The Choice—a poem by B

“. . . The Lamb that was slain before the foundation of the world”  Rev. 13:8

 

It was my Choice:

The reason, passion, pain

The flow of joy

That went before the cross

That went before the word

That went before the light and breath and songs and love

And, not by my word,

Death and pride and greed

 

Before the cross

That went before the word

(The word to let the light leap forth

Unbound by death and pride and greed)

There was the Choice

To bear the ends

To bear the means

Engulfing all that went between

To bear the ends

Myself

To bear the means

Myself

Engulfing all that went between

Myself

 

Lamb slain

Premeditated

First degree and lasting love

To swallow death

First person choice

First person you

Your choice to love

Assent to light

I could not stop the darkness

But I swallowed it

The death of dying

Your life chosen

Both by me and you

I Choosing you

You choosing me

 

The Choice—my choice

Myself, my choice

Who else to bear the means

The end must cause?

Who else to answer

What the voice calls forth

To shine

To live

If once to die

To live again

By choice—your choice?

 

And all the means

Both mean and kind

The ends that at the end you find

Are in the end your choice and mine