Requiem Novum: IV. On That Day of Weeping

On that day of weeping
There is no weeping here
For here is only Heaven,
Here is only joy,
And God is only Love.

The torments that we fear are real
For once we are enfolded
In the perfect love of God,
Gentle, boundless, freely given,
We remember past transgressions,

Our selfishness and self delusion.
To stand in our shame
Before such terrible love
Is exquisite torment,
And we become our own tormentors.

But just as stone is worn away
By endless washing of the sea,
So the stubborn spines of our illusion
And the armor of our pride
Are sanded down to the raw,
However long it may require,
Until, at last,
We lay aside our heavy burdens
And accept the indescribable gift.

Abandon your illusions
And die before you die,
So on that day you cross the veil
And slip into eternity,
You will fall headlong
Into Love, into Joy,
Into waiting arms of God.