When

When When twilight When twilight stretches out like a yawn Through clouds The ones that separate heaven and earth When twilight reaches down from sky, Like the arm of Michael the Archangel – Willing Willing to Willing to pull me up – Willing to do battle When Twilight kisses me – When Twilight transfigures – When Twilight tickles me – I am I am made I am made weak When When I am When I am made weak I know I know neither up nor down as up or down But I know boundless possibilities. When When I know When I know I am made weak When I know I am made weak, Then freedom’s grasp is what I seek, When I know I am made weak, Freedom lies spilled white like milk that’s leaked, I know it puddles at the feet of the meek. M C Biegner 2/23/2005