When in the everlasting
I dwell
may it be upon these hills
I've walked among
among these trees
I've ambled under
beneath the stars
that guide my nights
within the grace
wherein I've lived
in a time of peace
since infinite
beside the one
I've lain beside
all my life
that has been my life
those pages nearby
we've read or would
some hot baked bread
and blackberry jam
and Earl Grey tea
and pepper jack cheese
a garden to hoe
and roses to grow
laughter of children
and then their children
psalms of David
and the Voice of his Child.
Wait. Stop me now.
How childish am I
my sight so dim
so selfish my hymn
that I should expect
to live the life
I've already lived,
am living now.
O Holy Essence
of wisdom and insight
Who will read aright
these visions I raise -
not as petitions
but as thanks and praise.
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