removes the grit of wear
my thoughts are now encompassing
before ~ were just aware!
Oh, bide my time in effigy
thee once were all I shared,
now look away in emptiness
with sullen eyes that stare!
That saying Faith brings sympathy
aloneness brings compare,
religious truth seems apathy
and nurtures with impair!
The grace to ride this seamy sea
abridgment rules as care
were not the cost of everything
love lost in virtues bear!
There must be time, repairing, free
that wholeness can entail,
the grudge, and fate, and angers flee
took us beyond avail!
No longer was I meant for you
no longer you for me,
forgiveness was not our affair
all else was enmity!
There must be time of reckoning
just ours ~ just meant to be,
that in this grave, unsettled world
our future holds esprit!
The morning comes ~ the evening's nigh
restoring its' degree,
still in our heart, we stay apart ~
. . . . . . . . . . . a separationing!