eight::thirtyone

Here comes the time of question,

the challenge to promises I may have made.

I've never thought of myself as a single string,

blowing in the breeze,

but I've thought of being alone.

Should I be?

Why not, but why so?

If not, can I be right at all?

Might holiness be a part,

have I trained as such?

Are my wicks and oils ready?

I do want to love,

some one and all,

and that is not a thing to simply be ready for.

It is not simple at all.

May I be stitched into the garment

to be made to clothing for the feast.

(1 Thessalonians 4:1-8, Psalm 97, Matthew 25:1-13)