The Night Before She Died She Finished Her Homework

Could you not watch with Me one night?
He said, and what then will He say
To those who spend their nights as I:
Blind to Your calls, deaf to Your hands,
Drunk with animal labor, so as to seem
As one of those who don't know God?

How will they say she spent her last night
Before she went spinning out of time,
Before she shattered into shivering roses?
There are a thousand ways to die
And just a few to live. Sometimes
I smell mine, just above my head, between
The bookcase and the crown molding;
Or in dazed passing taste it, or a trace of it:
Strange honey in the corner of my mouth.

Give me Your Word, show me Your way,
That my soul might live and not die.

Sometimes when I stop or when I wonder,
Sometimes when I cry then I remember
That You want all my startled stoppings,
All my quiet reachings, all my tears -
So it would seem, for You reserved them
At a high price: at the price of blood.

Perdition pulls; tomorrow I may fade;
Intentions drift like vapor; words are gray;
But while we're here, for what it's worth -
Remembering the life You breathed that day -
I will love You with all of my heart
I will love You with all of my mind
I will love You with all of my strength
I'll love You with everything