peregrination panegyric

come love, dampen my fevered brow,
dreading the dawn...i need thee now
to say the word, to touch my cheeks,
clasp close these hands and calm my fear,
e'er darkness yawns, its time drawn near...
i hear a verse inside my head
its rhymes the things I should have said,
whose absence hurt, and needs implore
until we meet on heaven's shore,
set sail this soul once sunshine speaks,
its song saluting joys, replete
with praise, that Love ordained we meet.

--Fr. Veni di Morte



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