I see you, friend, wholly embracing life.
Making light of the chaos
without contrition –
confessing vice only through arrogant implications
masked in a claimed virtue that
correlates alcohol content with time
divided by hours of daylight left to endure.
I recognize your cynical romance with this ever dying
always changing – nothing new under the winter sun world;
as you cast a net of doubt alongside a hope so hidden
it won’t hurt you or anyone you love –
Convinced it was never there to begin with
I know you. I’ve been you:
Faith forgotten with the decision that Death rules us all.
The Story now silent on the lips of saints
hidden alongside your Hope –
Watchmen waiting for morning –
for a Light even you won’t ignore.
Prayers and petitions unspoken – heard
by a creator who loves beyond all understanding
beyond the bonds of broken dreams and promises
of this washed up world –
bound instead to a kingdom we will never outrun
or outgrow
Driving out the Darkness until
we recognize ourselves once more.
A Faith that doesn’t forget
A Hope refusing to hide.
As Herbert and Rosetti call back to Solomon,
the Story keeps repeating:
so too, We wait for the call that claims us:
Fair and Beloved
that we might leave the watch, and come away –
This mask of fear and veil of self
burned away
to reveal what is True.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to Dust.
Over Around and Through 