The Last Trump

I seem to recollect a certain

Glass wheel, dreaming,

Spinning in the face of those who fell,

Whose mute misunderstanding was

The sum of those left standing

As the gaoler let the prisoners from the cell.

 

And God was on the balcony

With nothing left to do

But to let the ledgers settle in the dust,

Accounts they brought before him,

Totals carried, balanced for him

Settled nothing but a patent lack of trust.

 

But the eyes on the horizon where

The sea swept into space

Caught some troubled gaze of mine

And shed a star,

‘If there’s any wish within you

Make it now, before the tide

Of my dying sweeps you further than you are.’

 

Then I woke and found the letter that

You’d left me once before

When we’d slipped from love and

Lost each other’s grace,

And I cried into the morning at

The tail-lights of your car:

‘God above, don’t ever let me lose your face.’

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Marie]

I can only hope the prayer was answered...

[thecoolone52]

woooah that was really good and deep