R A D I A N C E

on

Soon all is less than matter

The aches and pains of our body
The whistle of penalty that life
Reaches down to blow in our ear

The times we hid tears from
Family who believed we were
Strangers to their warmth

They too will disappear

The quilts of exhaustion
Placed on our motivations
That chafe the cold darkness

Will soon be pulled back

The spinning thoughts that
Pillow our minds within a
Spinning room no one else sees

Will stop in sweet curtsy

There will be a ringing
In our ears
The sounding of a bell

That will sing our names

Until loved ones
Near or far
Circle the crooning tide

That welcomes us in without
Toil

We leave behind Hope
Transformed to Substance
Immersing untrodden age

Alas
Nothing remains of quarreling
That waters have not already
Calmed

Soon all is more than radiance


Though never more than thy Love