were truth
by time rewritten
to know my soul by name
weary came a prophet
to declare
the gifts of right
and righteousness –
eternity shall keep
lest paths we walked
by faith
be never shared

who shall fall
to find me –
sins I wore again
are faded as the golden
winter wheat
who shall dare
receive of these –
arms are opened wide
allowing of a song
no longer sweet

of almost there
another tune –
are lines forgotten still
the way made long
tho who can say for sure
what of this
for waiting –
was worth the turning back
into the known
unknowing to endure

. . .