Rood Poem by Frank Avon

Let us now behold
what was once foretold:

to die for others
is to give them life
and in their lives
to find life eternal;

what is crucified
is spectrous Selfhood
and what arises
from the swaddling rood

is a Body Spiritual:
the body we let ourselves know
is the dimension of the soul
our senses codify,

but the Body of the Spirit
is what we envision
when we let ourselves sense
with vision Infinite.

As an acorn to the oak,
this body is to that.