Payment of Spare Intent
Grief came as you went away,
an unwelcome replacement;
I became joy's castaway,
every day a long lament.
A sweeping shadow held sway--
sealed, a vault of black cement;
no where to go, run away;
it would follow where I went.
Would I wish you back today
to relive your discontent?
I would rather hold grief's bouquet,
drink in the fermented scent.
Heaven's benefit outweighs
for you a long life-torment;
you were freed, you flew away;
I choose to grant my consent.
Looking at my grief this way,
I learned to be content:
there are two sides to dismay,
a payment of spare intent.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 9, 2014
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