Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Taken Up by Charles Martin

Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill,

Watching and waiting in the moonlight until

The aspens’ leaves quite suddenly grew still,

No longer quaking as the disc descended,

That glowing wheel of lights whose coming ended

All waiting and watching. When it landed

The ones within it one by one came forth,

Stalking out awkwardly upon the earth,

And those who watched them were confirmed in faith:

Mysterious voyagers from outer space,

Attenuated, golden—shreds of lace

Spun into seeds of the sunflower’s spinning face—

Light was their speech, spanning mind to mind:

We come here not believing what we find—

Can it be your desire to leave behind

The earth, which even those called angels bless,

Exchanging amplitude for emptiness?

And in a single voice they answered Yes,

Discord of human melodies all blent

To the unearthly harmony of their assent.

Come then, the Strangers said, and those who were taken, went.

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