Unveil

These doleful shadows will dissipate.
The true light will triumph; death will die.
Heaven help me; reinvigorate
My weary soul; hear my anguished cry.

Give me a glimpse of that blessed day.
Unveil what is to come; help me see
The joy in her eyes; reveal, convey
The wonder, all that I know she will be.

Then mournful sighs will yield to laughter;
Sorrows will fade into blissful songs.
Transport me into that hereafter
Where seraphim dwell, where my heart belongs.

Meanwhile I'll miss her; I'll mourn; I'll weep.
But I won't be overwhelmed by grief.
Visions of glory undimmed I'll keep
During this cold separation brief.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez