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.