Quiet Acquaintance

Quiet Acquaintance

I’ve never lain upon white satin liners
Nor been encased in dark mahogany
Nor have I worn a shroud of uncrisp linen
Perfumed by final flowers I won’t see

I’ve never heard the sound of endless silence
Nor been imprisoned in the raw, cut earth
Yet I have come to know this quiet acquaintance
This omega that we all know…as death

I’ve learned that life is given, never chosen
And only leaves a history etched in stone
I have worn my heart upon the sleeve of life
In garments, rent and ready, for that tomb

And when this sacred journey comes to close
My God’s eternal plan…will then unfold