What the Wind Knows

Herein shall our thoughts quietly disband,
And therein in the morrow reconvene.
Fret not in this shadowy in-between,
Where sorrows and fears are ever at hand;

But listen, and touch the fervid laughter
Of the wind, zealously testifying
That there shall be no more death, nor dying
In that realm, that jubilant hereafter:

"You shall surely cast off your deathly woe,
Along with your flesh-woven inverness,
And roam no longer through this wilderness.
As you are known, then shall you fully know."


David Acosta © 2015