The Daily Poem

THAT FINAL DAY

The glory of the Lord is what I crave,

    The brilliant light and flightless lift of praise;

    Eternal moments flooding folded rays

In one expressible ecstatic wave;

One fluted note held longer than its sound,

    Made so much sweeter-than by every gauge;

    One day containing every treasured age

In overlays drawn featherlessly down;

To live that inexhaustible delay

    Where every joy is stretched to silk-thin glass;

    Each fragrant breath feels longer than the last

Dividing endlessly that final day.

D. Edgar Lamp

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In Memoriam Stanza

Beijing, China

JOURNAL: Dongfang Hotel (4)

~ The Daily Poet