Glory is lifted
like hot breath
exhaled in a corpse-cold air
escaping high and away
glory to God in the highest
glory in the dark to light the way
glory in the night at end of day
glory when the money runs dry
glory in the face of the empty sky
glory when the rain threatens to drown
glory as the happy walls tumble down
glory to the only one worth while
glory at the end of your last mile
glory,
glory in your stone filled dying chest
glory to the heaven’s holiest
glory to God in the highest