A Manifesto for Friends - Stanza II
I picked this poem back up from about four years ago (It was called Caution and Joy back then) and added another stanza to it! Let me know what you think!
These friends are wrong; with every nerve I know this.
They know it not, about this joy they sing.
My plank that sang my end is but a kiss
From God. This narrow nest of crows would bring
A knowledge of their sin and mine, that we
Were all afloat -- no hope for them or me
Unless we clung to God, our blessed land.
And on the rock, we build like warmest sands
A love that nurtures love and joy lay bare
So husbands, wives, and children too demand
That Love and Joy only stay when aware.
Copyright © Aaron Crow