I Want To Stay

until every blade of grass shrivels into eternal sand; until blue waters hollow dry and hippos disappear; until moon-gloss turns sky-gone, the sun already vanished, replaced by the heat of risen souls. By force alone will I let go my corporal life; by force alone venture toward questions unresolved; by force alone enter the realm of frightening mystery never to doubt return? Will I see the questioners and the faithful mingle? Will I see them flung into the Church of The Divinely Revealed? Will I see the Rev. Dr. Know-it-All who always has? Will I see? Kathryn McLoughlin Collins May 10, 2013