i have bunkered down here
in the house on the edge of the world
waiting for the Last Day
in these days every name, every kiss
all pride shall be lost and soon,
after that,
will come the First Day
the day in which i love you
you don't have to go to church to find me
i'm bored and half asleep there anyway
the heart that is longing will
not search long
you will find me anywhere
i am in all places
i am always calling...
the long loneliness
like a belly growl
everything that separated, anything that
ever howled out horror is now
joining the us to the we
you to me
God's church is a roving thing
rising up like oil
sinking down,
disappearing
it comes where it wills
like a breath,
as a spirit
and none can say where it goes