Jubilation On The Mount. . .


Jubilation On The Mount. . .


She said. . .
‘you go out too far.’

I said. . .
‘but that is where the work
needs to be done.’

Jubilation.  There will be time
for jubilation; a time for frolic.
We will drink the variegated drinks.
And we will dance.

There is a time for work
in the far place,
where the vineyards
need to be planted but first
the plowing must be done.

Until that time
I do not care to stir the ashes
to bring forth another fire,
I stay.

Where I am, is reason enough.


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