Why, O' Why Cry Out

Why, O' Why Cry Out Like a blind fool, my life is in such tatters Why cry out? Would it help such sad matters? Friends declare their sweet sorrow for me Am I not still a healthy, spreading bold tree? My roots run deep and in a most fertile soil for love and life I heartily sweat and toil What more of me? Does another think my chore I too, hold my heart- out, wanting much more! No longer do I pray to a vanished, broken God father loved me but never , never spared the rod! Solitude in old, deep forests I so dearly seek wisdom into Heaven- just a wee, wee little peek. Can life give me more to hold most blessedly dear? Greater heart to love, greater courage not to fear! R.J. Lindley March 26th 1980 Note. Old sonnet from my private journals.