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.
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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.