Anticipation of Reunion

My broken eyes
Search the skies
For traces
Of blazing contrails
Hoping for
Just one more

Glimpse of glory.

My yearning arms stretch
For that which draws me.

Far beyond roosting sparrows

Beyond the circling hawk
On the frontier of heaven
Waits the passionate One
Who
With pursed lips
Against my neck
Calls for the fatted calf
To be slaughtered
In anticipation
Of reunion.