All My Pages

When all my lines are left to fade,

And my last page is turned,

I think that I shall see them home,

For there, they are affirmed

By that great heart

That loves the lines

And would in love

Reclaim,

As only love can love a line

On this material plane

But as the heart, itself must fade

Into God’s great unknown,

Let all my pages turn for Him,

For them, I do not own.