The final appointment
In this aftertaste of satiation
(the whole world having lost its savor),
His one drop of nectar still whets my thirst.
And though I am well on my way, I shall not,
save by some unforeseen intervention of grace,
make heaven any lifetime soon.
Instead, I shall be dropped again somewhere
within the grappling human milieu, naked and lost,
ignorant, seemingly alone, to take up the task once more
of finding my Lord and my way back home.
O child of God, have faith in the final appointment,
tenuous and afar, which will one day bring you peace.
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