One day I will tell you the song of our love
and it will be whole.
It will always have been whole.
You will remember and re-remember as a part of your redemption.
Time will remake itself and you with it.
Your love with it will be remade and retold,
all over again.
It will be old and new,
nascent and wise
all at once.
Winter, spring, summer, and fall will rejoice
and intermingle.
You will be golden, verdant green,
and at rest simultaneously
living,
dying,
and being.
