God and Mammon

The sum of all is I will be with you
That future's mapped, and known, and treasured dear
As are the credits which in time accrue
To balance sheets, or relics which appear
Miraculous in churches, healing ills
That were believed incurable before.
The knowledge of that blessed future stills
My inner sighs, and makes me to my core
Delight in expectation. And I know
Between us there will run, in overall,
A joy that has not, will not, cease to grow
Because we fit together, and each fall
Is but a swoop to rise again, and higher
As sparks that flicker from an endless fire.