Yesterday was the Feast of the Ascension, so this is late. I guess it is still May 30th in California and points West (up to the International Date Line) though:
Ascension Day. A helpful article explains
But in a cloud of unknowing. It marks
High summer, long days at this latitude.
Any explanation somehow strains
Considering what it has to follow;
The resurrection, when humanity embarks
On a new course. Our attitude,
Believe what we will, no longer remains
What it was; even doubt is no longer hollow,
But encloses a specific moment that sparks
Through time since, a reason for gratitude.
Back to the Ascension. Lifted out
Of the human round. A culmination –
If the story was just about
One time, one place, one nation –
It was not so. There is an After.
Still to come, Acts; the illumination
Of Pentecost. Plenty of exalted disaster.
Plenty of human error, the fall of Saul.
The realisation we can have but one Master,
Hard earned as this knowledge is for us all.
Ascension is a beginning, like all ends,
In that cloud there is the call,
To follow our path wherever it sends.