The Gospel of Michelangelo Buonarroti

THE GOSPEL

A wonder blazed ascent on sylvan wing. So taken by the
Greatness, knelt the very Earth, for merely carnal scant

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MichelAngelo Buonarroti

Endured the thing. Was rare the naked body of the Lord,
As threading into sky He spiraled true. No more was I than

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You, and each of us ennobled to behold transfigured Vision.
Ecstatic gold burst from our lips. There soaring into ether,

Bold transcendence tore to taste the caper. All bliss would
Summon bliss to heed such vapor. I'd beg of stern Jehovah

In his mercy kindle this small verse. We're left behind though
Soaring: brittle, worse. A billion suns exploded on the path

He raked. And each of them unequal to His Face. Word
Reaches us He's stationed King of Kings. Let such be such,
the

Mystery stings.