One day

Love, Love whispers
into the buzzing busy
of the sadness
My love,
one day, the pain, you know
will be silent
and you'll have forgotten
it was ever there—
I promise, do you believe me?

One day, in a moment,
this storm will clear
and in a moment
you'll blink your eyes open
and find yourself, carried
in a bright red cable car
soaring up to the mountains,
effortless
Oh, you'll say, oh wow
to the electric green pastures
of these higher and higher places
that do indeed exist, you'll see
in the land of the living

And you'll be surrounded
by alpine asters and
summer buttercups, and in
crystalline waters
you'll strip down and bathe free
in the frigid, purifying stream—
an empty fullness, breathing
straight into your lungs
a cloudless horizon—
your heart
trekking higher now,
still

And one day, in a moment
you'll find yourself arriving
to the peaks
of that alpine ridge,
bowing in exhausted joy
at the foot of Her house
nestled in the heights, and
in a moment
Her grandeur will become you,
and you, She, and
that night, in boundless laughter
you'll sleep
in God's womb
as though you never left

One day, my love, this pain—
the ache that pounds your spine,
the searing fire
that won't let you sit for a second still
the tears that stream
as they scream for change—
as they demand your new—
as they fight to break through—
One day this holy dis-ease
will reveal Itself
as the high call that bought you, that
brought you through this very night—
this pain the Love that blessed you too,
that kept you, that
shined Her face upon you
and wanted nothing less for you
than to rest in
perfect
peace

One day