Jay’s Lullaby pt.3

The carpenter’s praise

Photo by Niklas Sagrén on Unsplash

The calendar shows ones and nines,
as though the binary made its way
to the wrong end of the cliff.
Found the place along the line,
where the shadows end eerily-
imaginary maybes and what if’s
tired of waiting for a Savior’s melody.
If nothing is to be, and all that ever was-
is a tiny blip in the vastness of existence,
let this soul be at rest,
may the angels sing his praise in the distance —

Hail ye,
Hail they,
Hail Jay!
all the way to eternity…