Hymn

The bones feel it
before the lightening etches eyelids
briefly
indelibly
anticipating the sounds
of our ancient dread.

And we will ache
for the resolution
of the disparity of our love.

And we will ache
for revolution
for salvation from above.

Not judgment, not edicts
but the peace of quiet water
that has found its way
to level
to stillness
by being
what it is.