Final Hour

If Heaven demands conversation
who am I to demur in hesitation?  
  
I go to the home of eternal sleep  
Light a candle, say a prayer  
elevate a soul, blessing to keep
 
Take my place among the stone  
Life before my eyes, sins to atone  
   
The rain in the house of rest  
chills my skin, does not relent  
Letters of prayer bleed to the ground  
I perceive laments that have no sound.  
   
Living water flows downward  
I face the sky to listen  
to receive what was always mine  
   
This day I am mortal yet celestial  
an angel that treads the earth  
My day of reckoning is here  
I have been found wanting  
   
Forgive now my trespass here and on high  
Take my soul with a holy kiss, a perfect sigh  
 
I knew the outcome from the start  
Most sacred has no place in human heart  
so eternal and corporeal here do part.