Humiliation & Glory

This morning I woke
In a body of humiliation
Joints creaking like haunted doors
Muscles heavy with the weight
Of every previous day’s effort
I don’t believe in the Rapture
But I understand why my grandmother did
Who wouldn’t want to rise like an eagle
After so many seasons of toil?

Even so, come quickly, Jesus
Subject all things to yourself
Hormones and heartbeats
Myelin unsheathed like a sword
Cataracts and shaking hands
I do not want to die to see you
But seeing you, I perish
I will tell you a mystery
We will all be changed
That, I still believe