Mourning
Today the heart sang an elegy.
The tune was new, but it had such an old familiar strain
And it ached in tandem with the heart.
Every broken chord to cushion the heavy weariness of restless modulations
and it sang of a long, arching gold-tinged sunset
the more brilliant and fiery, the more sonorous it became,
the more the heart ached, contending with its powerlessness to bring back
a lost brother
and a lost sister
one to death metaphorical
one to death physical
My brother has left me.
My sister has been taken away.
I miss my brother badly.
Anything to have another free-hearted conversation, littered with the old sunshine of the Spirit.
I miss my sister badly. Anything to hold her hand again and laugh and pray.
Oh the memory of you,
is enough to make me cry.
| e.s.t.h.e.r in the arms of Jesus @
8/15/2005 10:53:00 pm |
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