You promised me a hundredfold and more for them
The reward so oft is less than all my love for them
Except the little extra you threw in ... it's heaven then
I did not volunteer to leave, but over and over
Alone, stripped of the affections where I care, it's all
I grieve. Perhaps you are training me for the big reward.
I surrender what I cannot keep to reap what I
Should not seek here ... and that too illusive and in vain.
So now there better be a heaven, I am being obedient to pain.
Death is such a scoundrel though. It has ravaged me most
Muddy feet in my house, dirty fingers on my treasures
Love diminishes me like a candle, death thaws me like ice.