by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
the palid breath
when You say now
come rest it's done
and sigh
the next will come
at Your command
as we do
in Your time
but now it is we are
with You
and breathe
Your breath
and drink
exhilarate
and feel the sleep
of honeysuckle scent
and garden rose, with ripened grapes that burst
and steam air fresh with promise, taste of heavy wine
that fills mouths, heads with You
open mouthed and open armed and open soul I wait
and all the good sweet savor strong my self will inundate