In some fugitive silent moment Alone,
Waiting for the next event—the Last,
Every man Pauses for the
Quiet between heartbeats;
The sudden pausing
Falling away
A death
Between surges of living.
EveryMomentEveryMan
Nears the longer space of
Dying
‘Who is the Wise man;
Who shall know the end of
A matter?’
The end of silent hearts
Or the end of moments
Moving together—
Of Pain.
Every failing memory
Recalls this movement of despair;
And everything still sudden,
Hoped for and sullen.
Falling away in time
Fading
Still fugitive
Among the permanence of knowing
All moment and memory
Fleeting
From the contained reality
Of uncommunicated Hope—
Misunderstood alone.
II
I heard music once.
Now I strain to listen
Without those once beside
Who wait for me ahead.
I thought I knew.
Now knowing—All falls away to
Silence.
III
So that some may hope
I spoke words from this Word.
Some may hope
For things not yet seen
But existing—
If in spirit only so.
Remainders of ancient Faith
Cannot live for many moments today
But Words remain forever
To bear life into
The end of Breath
And Spirit moving.
So that some may hope
Yet, not seen
But promised and existing
If only in my Spirit—
And his—Shared between two and
All these hoping.
Hope is Vanity unless in faith.
Remember past days—Remember Hope
Or all is despair and a measured method of
Unbelief—Falling
Away Alone.