Come, Day, Come!

Come, Day, Come!

The morning of The Day
Is coming
When these unsteady legs
Will strengthen
And I will stand.

All those wisdoms I've practiced
Will cleave
To the roof of my mouth
And the only sound
I will utter
Will be a stunned gasp.

These hands will stretch
To embrace you
But will clutch my sternum
From fear they will but wither
When offered the Divine.

This grey matter
That has parenthesized
Life and death
So offhandedly
Will fail for fear
It has missed
The fragrance
Of forever.

Nevertheless...
Come, Day, Come!

Tear away the gauze
Shred the body and bones
Of this tremulous present
That I might finally stand
On good ground
In the bright, new
Golden light
Of morning.