To regather will, I embrace
my tin soul with timorous joy.
A new heaven and a new earth

have eclipsed the old, and the force
of fresh grace unsettles the world.
To regather will, I embrace

unstable, staggering light;
it reshapes the dusk and unshrouds
the new heaven and the new earth. 

As nerves ignite in dead limbs, 
my vision dims and I rise
to regather will. I embrace

the unreconciled and the lost,
then praise in miscarried words
this new heaven and this new earth.

I would shout in tongues in the streets,
yet I stammer, straining for grace
to regather. Will I embrace
my new Heaven and my new Earth?