Maybe one more struggle.

Maybe one more sin.

Maybe one more wretched moment, torn in two

Then him.


Maybe one more second

With our eyes on other things.

Maybe one more blurry sight till face to face

With him.


Maybe one more sacrament

One more sip of wine

Till the time...


How he has carried us for all this time!

How he has borne our sins, all yours and mine!


Maybe one more sacrament

One more sip of wine

Till the time


We warm ourselves forever

In the sunshine of his smile.

May we meet him while his blood

Still lingers on our lips.