A tenebris ad lucem

From darkness to light

"And so my dearest Aunt I have to tell you

I have been given an old manuscript

of A Tenebris ad Lucem, which I must study

eating my way through its covers and leaves.

Its oak boards would be my book cover of choice,

 but on each vellum leaf of text the miniatures 

 of bright malachite and lapis lazuli, 

of gold and cinnabar, show stories so shocking

that it seems I am embarking on a journey

through a land of diabolical horrors.

"I walk now in a dark forest where dense foliage

overwhelms the light, and the stony path

leads only into a miasma of despair.

I peer out between massive trees to see

a site both of tragedy and savage beauty.

A great wall of water, Leviathan risen

from the ocean, pounds inexorably across

the land destroying everything in its path,

whole villages smashed, animals and men

tossed into the air like feathers in the wind.

"Across endless fields of battle, I hear nations

mourning their dead, the flowers of many forests

are cut down and shattered by mine and gun,

enemies attack in an unseemly dance

of cracking sinew, hot blood and broken bone.

The little Forest Owlet cries out for his home

disappeared under the blade of an illicit axe,

an Amoy Tiger roars in vain for his lost mate

while a single Great Humped Back Whale sings

his eerie threnody to a long empty sea.

"It is as if all the oppressed and dispossessed

of this land are gathered at my back with 

voices raised in a great Anthem of Destruction

which almost completely overwhelms me.

Numb, I shrink back into my orange shell,

fold my six legs and await my gruesome fate.

But the dark canopy falls away and tall figures

clothed in light glide across a sunlit plain,

proclaiming that love alone heals loss and sorrow,

and brings fresh hope into a world of fear.

"Boys who once carried rifles on their shoulders

play again in green fields beside the river,

the starving and the homeless are sheltered and fed,

prisoners are set free and old enemies embrace.

An Amoy Tigress comes out of the forest

two new cubs playing like kittens around her heels,

flowers wash the ground where blood once was spilled,

eager saplings spring from craters of devastation. 

It is a new song this shining world now sings,

a soaring Hosannah of love and joy.

"I make my way along the path through soft grass

into the golden light of a new day, 

through the final leaf of my book to find

the old oak board, gateway back to my home.

As I pass the figures of light, one with eyes

deep and dark as the waters of Bethesda,

gives me a blessing and I see that his wrists

are deeply scarred where nails were driven through.

And I bow low to this Man of Light and Peace.

 Meanwhile,

I remain as ever your most affectionate nephew,

Apollonius Bostrichus Capucinus”

Naomi