The heart would heal, blood not sour in the veins, <br />the philosopher's cave not dim in the skull, <br />the body rise, and in the light, forget its pains, <br />the once mad apes freed by the glorious wall. <br /> <br />And all would climb the miraculous ladder, <br />eyes burning, behind mirrors, and in the sun: <br />see Your face, ineffable, but much sadder, <br />wrestling with what God for whose will to be done? <br /> <br /> <br />(2000)<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-exit/
