Assumption

For endless eons, Mother Earth has strained
Heavenward. Strange sea life with new-minted

eyes bumping weird heads on the surface pane
of sky. Crawling fish on stump legs squinted
at the sun and, driven by some bone-deep
call, pushed on through ages to branch and breed:
groping for life, for Word, for a Home-leap
to the End that was Before there was Need.
It all came to the bitter needle’s point
in her: a Yes who assented to bear
forth the Prey of the World, the hinging joint
whose blood was hers, who took her, pearl rare,
and holding her strong, brown country girl hands
showed her living eyes the Undying Lands.