by Harold Hopkins

In my fondest vision, I see you
dancing with incredible dexterity
and boundless elation.
leaping from cloud to cloud,
trailing vapor garlands,
lighting flaming torches
to keep the darkness away from others
and hurling moonbeam spears
somewhere beyond forever.

I see you shining now in an ecstasy of perfection
and blending perfectly
with the glory of unlimited love.
You have resumed your dance
with the power of creation
and all the right moves are coming back.
And when play is over,
passion stilled for just a moment.

I see you peering over the precipice of heaven,
looking down to where we're rooted, awash in grief,
and breathing compassion and blessed assurance that
falls into our hearts like simple drops of grace.