He sleeps, but does not rest, as we lay his linen clad body on the cold hewn step.
He labours, in ways unknown, deep beneath our feet.
He spares not time to be greeted by Elija and assembled scores of Prophets.
Past King David he moves.
Neither Moses nor Abraham hold him as he journeys.
Noah cannot call Him to cease, deeper, further He must go.
A day of scolded feet is his reward as he nears the road's end. Finally, Adam, buckled by weight of time, meets his son, his Father. They greet with a kiss and centuries, millennia, an eternity of regret is undone.
He returns to us, having returned us to God.
