The Quest


I am a quest,

Reaching out with departing hands,

Lifting up, and

Falling away.

When God spoke me into briefness,

Knitting quiet bone and shining feather,

He seemed to know I would grow to be

His heart’s final, glowing praise.

I am a quest,

Outlasting only the moment’s last memory

Of whatever was just beautiful.

And after the most wondrous,

And the most fleeting

Of visits,

I will depart with you.

And together, we will love into the horizon.

And together, we become the quest.

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