It is different this year
For the hole is hand stitched
With the thread that I lost
Then re-found and re-fit
And the tear covered fingers
Of hand to the face
Are changing the vacancy
To knowledge and grace
Can you see how the empty
Really waits to be filled
And the fabric of time
Is sewn with heart’s skill
And the sweet smell of sunshine
Still hangs on the fence
Within the lost pages
Of life’s circumstance
So don’t worry my darling
Where ever you are
Is a minute just now
And then gone but not far
Though the road may seem empty
When the skin feels the cold
the weight of my heart
Is the blanket you hold
oh Martie! You have outdone yourself. Those last two lines took my heart.
ReplyDeleteSo poignant--you have a gift. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful....
ReplyDeleteI don't have words for what you've expressed here. You are a wise old soul.
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