A Random Note To Jew
You tell me now how it used to be
While I can only weep
For how it should have been
And lost memory
Of the hillside steep
The bench on a little field of green
Where all night you said you cried
With my courage impotent by your side
Strange, through each strand of lighted day
The hope of night remains
The star that guides the heart
To our unseen promise here today
The little stains
Of doubt like bats with daylight part.
And love reclaims its throne
O what pity I own
Can words tell you still
The sorrow of my heart
What apology can right what's past
Except the will
That's longer than the night is short
And we the hope of all we lost
In him, and him alone, our truth to seek
To hang on hair a weighty prayer meek
I pray that God will give again
A second chance to you and me
And grandchildren for the garden rare
Where jasmines soothe the nights of pain
And love stills the memory
In the little room we'll share
For the greatest wealth on earth to me
Shall simply be our family.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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