Futility

I found myself staring
at the death
that hadn't stung our room enough -

a bed pronounced the shock
of the soulless body -
the futility of the shock
of the final claim ...

and I stared
at the wall beyond it.

My mind fled awhile,
invented time -

time to word
an obituary,
time to sheet the silenced
note -

time to tidy
every tiny memory of ours
that boated within me.

In this trying I forgot
that I would soon forget
what I was trying to correct.

When I have only Asking to Offer

When I have only asking to offer -
return, a God who listens to my pleas.
As I reveal this heart, a cracked coffer,
seize it all with your arms, give it your knees.

When questions hook my breath, unchain it -
when memories kite me and I soar
upon the nothing, find me and claim it -
claim the barren ground, claim the empty core.

Face my eyes, walk them towards the corner
where I worship you in newer hymns,
where I, all my infinity garner -
lead me where the world and its light, dims.

Walk me to any receding corner 
when I’ve nothing but asking to offer.