Your will is done (Timothy Chappell)

Nothing is left me here. The world’s a corridor,

vacant, echoing the great ones’ passage through.

It is closed doors in rows: behind them, murmuring

of a second generation’s other businesses.

Once I felt the kick of God within:

nothing else seemed great once that had been.

Your will is done,

and henceforth I will be

a silent smiling lady in a tapestry.

Your will is done,

and henceforth I am known

as a painted tiptoe figure in a pointed arch of stone.

Your will be done,

and henceforth I watch with all

God’s heroes in their sad unsleeping vigil

for earth’s ball.

--Timothy Chappell, Assumption –
Mother of All on High, Pray for Us Yet

Image: Duomo in Como, Tapestry of the Burial and Assumption of the Virgin Mary, https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/114707375534?mkevt=1&mkcid=1&mkrid=710-53481-19255-0&campid=5338722076&toolid=10001