All that I believe in.
All that the future means to me.
All that my past built in me.
All that peacemakers hope for.
All that this world deserves.
All that comes to the slave who endures
All that makes me afraid
All that removes fear
All that forms a festival of friends
All that my sins warrant
All that glass tubes can’t cure
All that death takes away
All that life takes back
All the earth cries out for
The rocks and the bowed ground
Giving way to the millennia of mistakes cry out!
A rescuer comes, not to break my reed back
But to build it back together.
And I’m looking over my square wooden socket
shoulder
Jutted and altogether immovable
And I think I saw a marbled sky and the hope of hopes
COMING DOWN!
In a dream or in my eye, could it have seen??
Could it have been?
O! The wonder I feel!!
All that I’ve come to become
And all that I wish I was
I might have been more prepared if you would have
stopped by
tomorrow,
But everyday I can begin a new life!
All this: it is becoming,
It has happened now.