IN TOTO
In the late watches of the night I shall
Wait upon the Lord, a beautiful theme
Beauty rushing up rising steam
Crashing down pouring down His cross
Lovingkindness growing blooming esteem
Spiders were spinning webs in my head
And now my shoes are too small for me
And I am disappearing inside my suit
That a wandering fool such as I might
be born anew, a child once and again
Scales falling in slow mode from mine eyes
And armor pierced by wholesome good
It is finished You give up the ghost a sigh
An aside, the veil is torn intwine IN TOTO
Inunction You are wrapped up entombed
And we are ever with You buried dead
Swirling Longing to give up
the lie to be alive
For me Your wounds pierced Your hands
Your side Your head for me, ever me
You were forsaken.
But my children sit in the window
Cheering me as I go to my work
If there’s hope in this forelorned world
It’s You giving me the life You never had.



That last line was a new thought for me. Thank you.
That ending. What. Amazing.