Dark Clouds Will Gather ‘Round
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home.
– The Wayfaring Stranger
There is no comfort in the singing,
though our voices join, same as the others,
no settled spot from which to view
that far, bright world.
Hymnals hold only hollow promises
dropped between the pews
so we’ll walk these hills and listen
to the song of silence
swallowed in deep, black tunnels
where the light of heaven doesn't shine.