150 Days

Remember me, O Love, not only
when your kingdom comes but
when the storm comes too
and — for heaven’s sake —
also when the long nights come
because long nights always come.

Remember me, O Joy, not only
in rainbows but also in clouds
and in the fog of uncertainty
before hope prevails. Think
often of me and send a raven
or a dove to linger until you appear.

Remember me, O Love, not only
as days turn into years but also
as shells crumble to sand, as
beauty replaces pain and
we forget the vulnerable ache
of promises made only to broken.