One Last Breath

One Last Breath

Our days flowed,
Seeming an endless river,
But then, alas,
Our mortality struck,
As it were, a fatal blow,
Bringing forth our parting.

The waters halted,
And I was left by the shore,
Hardly credulous,
As the chariot lifted you high,
High to the throne of God,
And I,
I gaze, longingly, after you.

I feel you in the breeze,
Behold you in a mirror, darkly,
And miss your gentle touch,
Though your voice echoes on every breeze,
And I stand transfixed,
As at the parting of the
Passover Sea.

Remember and remember,
Our days,
The River,
And our Promise.
Endless prayer, endless promise,
As I draw, and you behold, one last breath,
An everlasting breath.

Endless promise,
Endless life,
And now with Our Lord
Holy, endless, Breath.

Copyright Joann Nelander 2020

The Least and the Last,

May I, the least and the last,
Who labor in Your vineyard,
None the less, bear fruit,
One hundred fold.

I dare such dreams,
And bear such hope,
For though, the meanest,
And the smallest,
Saints and angels attend me,
Together, we labor for Your glory.

Some know You explicitly,
While others simply wonder at Your Creation,
Not realizing that Creation waits on tiptoe,
Willing Your Will.

May all who implicitly perceive You darkly,
Know You in the Light of Jesus, Your Son,
The First Born of Your Love,
That even the least and the last,
May rejoice at Your Coming to claim Your own.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

All Creation waits on tiptoe for the revelation of the sons of God. (Rom. 8:19)