How Long Does It Last?

October 17, 2015

I wonder.
How long does it last?

How long does the trauma go on?
How long does the rapture proceed?
How long does the euphoria persist?

How long does the angel dance with me?
How long does this fascination last in eternity?

What is the puissance of an extravagant experience?
Do we fare-well the amazement of our generations
when we depart this mortal coil?

What transcends from this place to the next?
What lasts?
The last ship?
The last spike?
The last wish?

What is beyond the pale?

Don’t get me wrong, I savor the Savior.
Don’t get me wrong, I dream of the deliverance.

But what of these sacraments
Of the earth?
And I refer to a lost one of ours,
His cigars and bourbon.

He wasn’t entirely wrong. These things are here.
A note, a scent, a permanence that

Like the incense on the chain,
Swinging the sacred into my space.

Ours is that,
He transcends.

So has he placed among us the

I suspect there’s something
in that last spike, last ship, last moment.
Something that lasts, that becomes longer than this.

I wonder.
If when the ship lifts, are all bills paid?
Or are they immanent and awaiting the next arrival?
Or is the ephemeral but disposable?
Like our tiny microcosm, tossing everything but the sink?

And “you can’t take it with you,”
Does that apply to our notes? Our scents? Our permanence?
Or does it only fit my lunch, or my wallet?

What remains, and what is lost?
Is my evangelical pre-mil dispensational disposition lurking here?

Is it not a gift of lasting latency
to savour, to love, to slip into our deepest pockets
that which drives us to the very center of me, of me, of me?

Lord, thy will be done. Amen.