of words I have read
and lifetimes relearning –
as sixty-six books
more than one
I confess –
a truth that endears me
to all I have known –
twas began with a promise
my worth to attest

as a heart
made to feel –
eyes to see more than sight
without want for a reason
to stay (will you stay)
but of life –
I can tell you
I can show you (somehow)
where the light
meets with heaven
and the stars fall away

as the spirits
of fathers –
of sinners and saints
become poets
for moments somewhere
revealing the answers
to the questions of why –
of the ways
they were come (every soul)
entered there

as a place
so familiar –
did I witness before
ancient moons
many lives from the sun –
and days (not so many)
as to count them again
I recall now another
when the two
became one

held to the corners
reminders of grace
as angels (unnoticed)
were promised to us
e’er we pass beyond faith
on our way to the light
burning sun –
gifted others our love