I Believe

I believe he will come back again

I believe this is not the end.

When flowers bloom, when Love commands

Christ will not let this time extend

And when he’s here vs. when he’s gone

the time shall flow like years have come;

but in his absence, nothingness;

and time shall crawl, and nothing pass.

He will not know what draws him back,

Coming and coming without a lack

of satiety, or obedience:

his heart entirely subservience.

But through his ear, into his heart,

shall come commands that from them sprout

a likelihood of hidden treasures

and fulfillments beyond measure.

So I will wait here and believe;

I will hope that he will leave

To come to me; first, for the Lord;

then vow to me undying word.