space and time contracted, compacted;
hammered, hammering; nailed to wooden joint;
relentless, measureless; soul-piercing point.
Suffering is like this. Then it is done.
And in this suffering, it is all undone.
To rise after suffering, after death-swaddling night,
to look upon dawn of unalloyed light
and hear the lark ascend – are to lift the laden heart
to joy ever-surging, with praising but a start;
past all evil, past all sorrow, past all suffering;
striding glory to glory in day of all-springing.
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