blood and timelessness

you’ve dipped me in wisdom like candle wax, i am sealed secure waiting for a match so i might burn forever—

it was a small song
written in blood and timelessness.
it sang beyond itself
and sent ripples over years
to those whose ears
yearned for the hearing.

and, in doing so, 
you’ve dipped me in wisdom
like candle wax,
i am sealed secure
waiting for a match
so i might burn forever—

calming me with words
meant only for me
yet stretching out 
to the very sanctuary of time,
where many like me sit and sip and pine 
for forever in a moment by moment day;

until in the brilliance of light
wave after wave they come
as a vast, unfinished army
asking for robes and 
white clothing;

we stand on a precipice
waiting for a voice to call us onward
yet the distance is ever too far
for us to cover;

so we wait, 
for a face we’ve never seen
to meet us eye to eye
and thank us for a work
we never performed
and carry us 
in youthful flight
into the light of early morn,
rising like bright wings in the west.

and i, still in time (a little box, a daily rhyme),
think on this and am blessed
learning of a song rippling over mine,
and inside, and better yet,
a touch of life
like my desires set aflame with light
(rather than the robbing darkness
in which they live this night),

and in some whispered moment
a transport of utter mystery
carries me away

to shine on me just a shadow 
of the mirror-lighted face
i will one day see in life,

and kiss the feet of You
who wash daily mine
and celebrate that Love itself
has conquered me through 
blood and song.