Margaret

The last toe of September
Till 7am rebirth of sunrise
Death came like thieves
Breaking our Door of love
 
Like Job from Uz
A dreaded thing has met us
Our pains, full to the brim
Our eyes unhappily tearing
 
We've become a mountain's cap
Icing  and frosting
The wholeness of us is quaking
Burning sensations like lakes on fire
 
To one with the air you go
Across the streets and corners
And all else can taste
How our fear smell like gasoline  
 
Perfume delicacies was your kitchen
Every food for thought
You baked for us
Our fire of Prayer you burned for us
 
In silence now we hunger
Absorbing melodies of worship
For our strengths' renewal
For our souls' mending
And our broken hearts to patch
 
But spring time comes not once
You would say
The flower that folds up today
Is resting now to bloom again
 
In yonder land in God's holy palms
Your scented spirit to kiss His nose
And wait in bliss
Our happy unite