Linger

Here

Where fresh tears

Splotch

Dusty cement

Where

Generations wept

Before us.

 

Wait

Rocking,

In arms,

Bigger than earth,

Coming

Closer.

 

Hearts

Aching

As love invades

All the empty,

Dry spaces.

That blessed assurance

Of all the ages

Overwhelming.

 

Healing

Grace

Taking rags

And decking us

With beauty

Turning our mourning

Into joy.

 

And we sing.

These frail voices

United with

The choir of heaven,

Saints and angels,

Generations before

Who ran this race

Ahead

Diligent,

Who prayed us here

To our knees.

 

We sing.

We linger.

We wait.

We come closer.

We weep.

We heal

And

We dance.

As children,

Freed.