Gospel of Michelangelo Buonarroti

THE GOSPELA wonder blazed ascent on sylvan wing. So taken by the Greatness, knelt the very Earth, for merely carnal scantofMichelAngelo BuonarrotiEndured the thing.

Was rare the naked body of the Lord, As threading into sky He spiraled true.

No more was I thanD.A. VidYou, 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 wouldSummon bliss to heed such vapor. I'd beg of stern JehovahIn his mercy kindle this small verse.

We're left behind thoughSoaring: brittle, worse. A billion suns exploded on the pathHe raked. And each of them unequal to His Face. Word Reaches us He's stationed King of Kings. Let such be such,theMystery stings.