Post-Resurrection People so to speak wait in trenches with heads down and hearts in mouths amid war-chewed ruins exploded toys for the propitious moment when the Word most counts wait some forty days that could be years or maybe decades not to say centuries to go over the top waving albs and deep-bleached stoles in the boldest surrender ever seen (drumroll, please) crying “Ascension!” “Up in Arms!” stretched wider out than hot Earth’s equator in make-do-good suffering that catches big bully war in a crushing grizzly bear-hug of everlasting peace.