Roll Away The Stone

Love sits between we recently challenged

And long unchurched souls

Whispering in our ears

For us to pay attention when we nod off

That the end of our days will be before

It gets up to so much as take a leak

Relentless as it is, in its way

Foreshadowing now in our wedding vows

As have the years of handwringing

And walks with us in the park

Suggesting we talk nicely, taking our time

Noticing the trees, flowers and breeze

Tracing our shadows on the concrete walk

And letting our souls flaunt these bodies

Above the grass for a while

Rather than below it

Catering to our best whims

Coordinates pinpointed by stars

And though our fate be bedraggled

By issues, events and occurrences

Letting us feel the thorns

Of embarrassing revelations

Buried beneath rolling down rocks

As from mountainsides

Or as from castles crumbled

During the erection phase

Entombing our once-waving limbs

And our names be besmirched

What is appearing will betoken

What cannot yet be spoken

For nothing thus begotten

Can long be kept at bay

Or always be abridged

Or rival the atonement

Or match our aplomb

At the rolling away of the stone