Sabbath sunset

As sunlight skims the surface

of the gladdened ground

the bells cry out

in one last song,

“Farewell, my love, sweet Rest.”

Until I see her face again

I shall sing legato,

longing

as long as wind shall carry

the chorus. Fly, music,

through rhythmic leaves

and add your tones

tomorrow morn

you birds,

antiphons of the dawn,

for my throat

is pinched in weak grief

for my love’s leaving.

Until I see her face again,

I have only strength

to be a stone

waiting by the river

to carry me

to that ocean

where the sea shall be no more

and great and small alike

shall be inset

as gems in the

city of God,

where Sabbath never ends

because the sun never sets.

Until we meet,

and never part,

I pray creation be her courier.

and carry back to her

my song—

Farewell, my love, sweet Rest.

Sabbath sunset

a poem by troy cady