Alpha/Zetta

Like Lazarus, I share the solstice feast day;
With his namesake, I share the fate
That was turned, not by faith esoteric
But by the word you redefined as confidence in devotion.

That turning of seasons which marks his feast day,
The table laid after him
The face and table of his enemy turned,
As written in your gospel, Luke.

You raise me in those lazuli pools
Exhilarated,
My abeyant breath beholden
In the gaze of Alpha Centauri.

The first, this highest mark of love
Made in a stellar binary
Binding morning to night
Defining the power of my zetta devotion.