Who are you looking for?

He plunged beneath the surface,
his perfect sight revealed
what human veil concealed.
He spoke commanding,
the blind to see, the lame to walk,
the spiritually deaf to hear.

And now the days are come,
days to witness with the rising sun
long-promised purposes fulfilled.
May the heart be still,
it knows that steadfast
is the Spirit that upholds and heals.

My weariness and earth-born will
stumble, fall,
then melt before the stone
that rolled sway in early morn
on a Spring day of years gone,
when earth and heaven shook,
and cowards fled, forsook
but Woman wept and stood
before a glorious site
to be the first to know
-- and bathe--
in life's  eternal glow.