I wonder

I wonder if the distance holds

the wonders of its promise,

if the crawl toward its hiding place

can draw me to its maw.

Or if bruised and bloody-kneed I find

within its hidden grace

a troubled soul

and in disguise a yesterday.

Tomorrow holds no favour

no miracle to change the past

while earth binds me to its bosom

I wait for heaven’s grasp.

For heaven has no walking frames

within its open arms

and praising lips will open

where now they are stuck fast.