The tears ran
I was paralysed in the choice:
Catch the night’s last train,
Or go back and calm the hysteria
Back to the woman I knew so well.
On the train with my new found principles,
A heavy heart and an easy conscience
I travelled on to an uncertain morning.
In the September sun
All the beauty of
“Stop pretending you don’t love her,”
All I knew when I left her eight years before
Was that God was calling me away
And in my zeal I came.
Now I wept late tears
At the end of a brother’s sharp rebuke
I felt the poison dart
Of misplaced love removed.
And however fierce the fury
Of a now unrequited lover
I vowed never again to leave the pilgrim way.
Milestones on a hard road to the Promised Land.