Thursday, May 17, 2012

By the Wayside

By the Wayside A voice is heard on high, and Rachel weeps, refusing consolation; some say we shall return by here one day from distant desolation, so people pass and tell her do not weep, that passing from this world is like a sleep. But she replies that darkness fills her heart, that stillness is for ever, that apart from those she loves the valley is too deep and weep she will and must until creation brings light from those whose love she’ll keep and transformation. 12.12.2005

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