After months or even lifetimes of doubting the beneficence
of the existence
of Dominus Benedictus
I rejoice this Sunday
feel smell see His goodness
golden green purple blue.
But today I can't comprehend anything Eternal except
If indeed You are good
spawning spring streaming sun soothing souls
please Lord give me one sprig of lilac
from the pastel paradise of this reborning day.
Give me lilac wine potent
drop the purple curtain over
life's losses injuries injustices betrayals.
Give me lilacs Lord in a hundred crystal vases.
Lilacs Lord don't reek of death
like powered hands and polished fingernails
in a shiny mahogany coffin draped with a hundred roses.
Give me lilacs of life soft messages of life
if You love me if You exist
Or is this enenchanted springday soft Mayday no more than
a token message of sympathy?
Promise me God
that this day will be an intimation
of promising flowering grace soon to come
and when I am full-bloomed fruit-filled flowing over,
then lilacs Lord place lilacs Lord
only lilacs on my grave.