forgiven now
the long night waited
of morning come
as proof of grace –
where shadows passed
from one – another
eternity at last
with place

who shall come
would know my story
of mysteries I’ve left behind
touch returned
as blossomed mercies
written now
your truth to mine

years have passed
as verse unpracticed
kept to lines
I scarce can read –
silken thread
untied
unraveled
more than want –
such tender need

favored cup
my hands remember
other nights we passed
the same –
lives to crossing
maps unfolded –
destiny at last
a name

. . .