To be caught in such bliss

To be caught in such bliss

“Where do we go when we die?”

He asks with just enough fear,

a focus in his eye.

The question a ringing bell,

he asks with just enough fear

that I pause and my own breath holds me.

The question a ringing bell,

pushing my thoughts to the edge of the room.

That I pause and my own breath holds me

is a grace within the gap of time, 

pushing my thoughts to the edge of the room,

opening a space where you set fire to my soul.

Is a grace within the gap of time, 

when you speak my secret name,

opening a space where you set fire to my soul,

a moment when all that is not you becomes ash?

Let us pray to be caught in such bliss,

a focus in his eye,

that one can dare ask, even whisper,

“Where do we go when we die?”

Stuart

6/11/2023