Terminus

The Transformative Way

Terminus

When I’m too old to walk without help, I shall

in halting steps and witless, go dancing in the starlight

when my world is reduced to a chair in an empty room

I will read the love-poems of Banyan trees by moonlight.

And in the un-raveling of my broken mind

my youthful loves and joys I will again behold

and in the resurrection room of some ER

I will laugh with the angels as my life unfolds.  

                Gravity and Grace

       Now at the end of all my things

        I stand outside the camp on shifting sand  

         still bemused, still thinking the unthinkable

        and still singing in my chains like the stars.

        Balanced between the gravity of Earth

       and the grace of Heaven, I patiently wait

       beyond the reach of all earthly help

        still singing in my chains like the stars.