[beloved Again]

If Grace Was Like An Arrow, My Heart Would Be Impaled

Sunset covers the falling sky--beauty--enthrones me as I watch the sun die--
Silently comes the tear to my eye.

Your thoughts run from my mind--endless dreams leave me blind
If grace were enough to dry my tears, then faith would be sufficient to blanket my fears.
Patience is the epitome of rest; yet lack of patience fuels my distress--
Hand--O Hand of God guide me! Eyes--O Eyes of God find me!
If Faith was love, then my heart would be stagnant; If Grace was hope then my spirits would be dampened.
Blessed by your joy--rejected by your heart.
Please tell me if the sunset is still orange...

Not stopping antiquity, the sun slowly sleeps;
And as the sun begins it's napping--slowly, gently--come the stars unwrapping
And as the eve of night silently dawns--yet another memory arrives and is gone,
Memories that I hoped would never be erased, are now what seems sullen--defaced;
The thought that your heart may still be beating, keeps my life from fully depleting;
And in these moments that are so fleeting--
I long--I long--to see the days that are leaving!
And to hear you as you steadily breathe--
Yet silently I mutter, as the memories begin to fade,
"Beloved Horseshoes and Hand grenades..."

Silently comes the tear to my eye.
I stay awake and watch the stars fill the sky--
The moon covers the falling sky--beauty--enthrones me as I watch love die