(For D.S.)

As when Aidan crunched onto the holy shore
kicked the sting of the sea from between his toes
stood and quaked beneath the impossible vault of heaven
and understood.

How he traced the shapes of Alpha and Omega
on the palms of his unpromising hands
asked to bear the blessing
prayed the ink would stir the Word uncurl
blink itself awake.

We too have known that startling silence of ...