My Beloved,
I carry your body— how can this be?
… what I can’t put together…
broken, shattered,
you and I both….
I climbed up, not far,
yet such unscalable height
to unfasten you, break you loose—
now so loose, so far from us….
I carry your body— how can this be,
you who have carried me?
your arms limp, your hands, your healing hands
empty of power, of grace
in death they touch me without blessing
yet I am blessed
I try to drape your hand over my shoulder
is it fantasy, selfish? or just grief
I wrap you in death’s shrouds I wrap you in my
sorrow I want to wrap up these last days and throw
them away I want to wrap myself with you
I would wrap you in myself
oh, if I could only bury you in me
or me in you
I place you in my grave A stone
is rolled in place
some day I will join you
Now, Beloved, I join you
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