Thursday, 19 June 2014


Sadness,so long my companion,
You were there at the close of every day
When all other voices fell silent.
When battles were won,
And all the cheering done,you were there.

After prayers were said,
And the presence of God flowed and ebbed
It was you who stayed,the grey ground of my being.
You seemed to survive the very cross of Christ,

Little did I know that in His pursuit of me
God was cutting every sinew,nerve and root of sadness
One by one by one
Now it has gone
It died as silently as it lived
And just as secretly;sadness,so long.
                                                            Wilf 10/2004  

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