May you have the peace that passeth awe understanding each night…
Deepest Wake
In the dead of night
Is my deepest wake
A cross
That stream of consciousness
Rests
In the vastest see possible
That which is
Holy beyond belief
That eternal present
Transcending mirror godliness
Of mere mortals
Alms full
Of treasure not enough
Can only feast
In udder wordlessness
As peer into
That whole in my soul
Which cannot leave
Berth plays
Delivering me
That final act
Of letting go
Wear soully death and life mete
To be borne naked
That threshold of awe
Emptied into the whirled
Well wrested
A cross
That pissy stream of consciousness
A glistening rainbow
Is awe that remains
An echoing reminder
Of never agin
In unconscious knights
And conscious daze
Of every blessed mourning
That life brings
In its wake
