Songs of old lovers; dreams and adventures
Over and over my mind.
Like an old piano playing
Out of tune and out of time
In a dark bar after hours.
I could be the piano or the fingers on the keys,
Either way it can be hard to stop the tune.
Sometimes in the dark hours that have no name
You are just a breath away and a spoken word would crack the intimacy
Then all I can do is whisper
Love, into Your ear, but at other times..
Old songs and lovers barge in
Like a drunk that won't go home
I know that You were always pure
But on those cold hard mountain nights,
were you tempted
By what the girl from Magdala could have been, or John or Martha?
Was it easy to turn away from such thoughts of tender warmth and talk to Father, the tenderest but sometimes farthest of all?
It can be hard for us, was it hard for You?
Was it like a shepherd's flute or lyre for You?
Imaginary music trying to take you
Far from our Father.
Your past was in eternity
Mine was in a different place
You were tempted by things you never did and yet I know
You do not dispise our struggles
And when the piano plays soft and close
You are closer than the songs and the lovers.
Wilf Jun 2016