Why are you resting here ?
asks the angel.
Are you waiting,
afraid to journey on,
tethered by the imperfect love
that draws others here
in their devotionals ?
Are you sleeping -
living dreams of Gerontius
while the only music
is grass growing
and the lullaby of birds ?
Or is the allure of this tomb
the fascination of a former,
emptier, sepulchre
in an early morning garden,
many conversations with angels ago ?
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