the wise and the wild ones
understand they are the Lambs of God
they will be revived
with holes in hands and feet and side
all the proof we need
to know that
sunshine exists in some other life,
after all, it is the only thing
I continually recognize.
So if I ask you your name tomorrow,
know it is something common
and not meant to hurt,
I only get where I go to
by floating there somehow,
and you may be where I land today,
maybe more than once or twice.
This is what I have to call grace
when I am still several steps away from love.