If I Had Ways
If I had ways of finding you
All answers, love, I soon would tell
The ways though sorrow, ways between
The pain and days of wanting less
Of turns under the stone. I’d tell
The strategies and subtleties
To cope with grief and loss. Ending
Then your sentence of misery,
Diminishing that bar to hope,
I’d wait for you to shine as you
Once were and without fear to sing
Of joys released, of loves known well.
And seeing your healed face, I’d turn,
I’d hasten steps to hide away,
Knowing enough: you were somehow
Restored, in love your soul re-born.
If I had ways of finding you,
Those answers, love, I’d tell you now,
And I would see you start again
Upon that path we all have worn.
Copyright © John Blake | Year Posted 2022
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