Last Wish of the Rooted In Earth
Take my life, O Lord, but don't take
"My Life". Delete not my knowledge, my
memories--let not darkness, that moonless
landscape of Nothing reign sovereign.
Remember how you decorated
our skies with constellations and scepters,
with scintillations of crystal and smoke.
Leave me those I loved, and who loved
me in this barely discernible dimension
we lived in: time and space believed-in
absolutely, gloriously, in creation of sons,
soul-mates who found us desirable
above others. Thank you for the passion
of the bed, the passion of the breath--
how we knew you before you knew us,
before you fashioned us through
the coupling of the chosen, Heaven,
our voyeur, our vision of confirmation,
our co-creator with the lips and loins
that in circuity, sweat, and heat
of pairing brought us back
to your presence: Blessed be
your Holy Name.
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