these days were filled with this and that,
here and there with these and those ones.
there were cups of coffee sipped in the sunshine,
grandma visits, dad and mom lunches, sister chats,
a chilled beer on the corner with the friend,
phone calls, bike rides, newspaper articles,
redecorations, spring cleanings, card writings,
long runs, sexy times, Bach at night.
little, calm, unplanned joys were sprinkled throughout,
leading toward this celebration to usher in
the season of the spirit.
the shadow of death will not last,
the curtain will rupture at last.
we too will rise
and fly on eagles’ wings.