Here is the day.
And it wasn’t my first thought.
Is that shameless forgetfulness?
Is it proof of fearlessness?
Only a few clipped hours until
3650 hours have slipped from the clock
87000 hours have chimed
Who cries today?
Who is more alone than I have ever been?
Who’s lap is empty? Arms are limp?
Lips unmet, who’s eyes unlocked.
A moment stole joy and plans,
Two moments reformed worlds.
The earth keeled 2000 years ago,
Rocked in its bed of space.
Yet so few would see
The barrier rent, the tombs expel their dead.
Reverse of pain, the end of hell.
For hope, for God’s sake, Tell!