Appeasement

What shall I say to you in sultry silence Where love drips like stalagmite water From the morning leaf of your defiance, I've never seen words coralled a daughter Then how shall deception coral a father? Perhaps you will come again, on your own To find some late sap in the garden of laughter When the dew is dry from you hollow zone And perhaps in the silence of an open leaf You will formulate your penance its grief But I bejeweled with blooms like stars to woo the night I hope for you a better transition to delight O but it is the splendor that trust alone can build Upon the power of the surrendered will The rod is power, but grace keeps the throne In our Judean creed of love and example And I, father, must be an eternal sample For ever the dove returns when first its flown.