Tuesday, June 23, 2009


It's true I came home high on the event,

My heart so brimming full I had to speak,

But I had left that place where my poor heart had filled,

And drove away to be with you.

I'd hoped you could come with me but I went alone,

Found pain and joy both at their peak.

I called to have your voice at least take part,

Then left my children to give you your due.

Forgive me: in my joy I was relentless,

Little thought your own soul was so bleak.

I talked on till you loosed that little dart,

Hurt me as I unwitting had hurt you.

My heart again grew full, but now with tears
My love, let love drive out our fears...


1 comment:

  1. You captured what must have been a very painful moment perfectly. I'm sorry that there was sorrow in the midst of your joy.