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IN HER BOOK OF LOVE SHE CARRIED ME
by Donald Standeford Your silk kerchief, tears that swirled like purple water Forgiveness's dew, tears long wept didn't think you were like me, Weak and wanting to give in I didn't realize you were human. But for some reason you pushed, Always onward, always ahead urging my thick head to the heavens, always upward you didn't care if you mattered you cared if I mattered, and those others you chose to serve. You cried for me Like you didn't matter, and Listened to this dummy Brag about his sins, foolish, And when sickness struck hard I walked in a daze Through endless bus stations, Over parks, living on malls, Sleeping on park slides, Hitch hiking highways lamely, All the while the traffic flowed I slept in sawdust in pale moonlight Awaiting prophecies fulfillment, God never comes late, despite Feeling that he does. And you danced with me that little dance of life, when death comes to living, my curse several times, but you kept on hoping. And you Sealed me inside your little black book, Listened to my dreams, as you carried me in your purse in a little prayer book, you helped me. Now the grass has grown over Your grave, but it'll split open One day, though the cars con- tinue in a roaring metal river of life; It'll split open wide, we'll meet Again face to face, overcoming Death will be erased; always I'll remember you approaching Me with shaking hands, red faced To clasp my hands tightly (Took a chance I'd reject you), And prophesied strength, my future And I thought you were an angel. Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |