There is an Agony apart,
Which no living man may see,
Except he be divided at heart,
Torn, lest entire he be:
A tear of the soul, you see.
And if there be no cure
For the broken heart,
He will be broken for sure.
There is an Agony apart,
That comes when a pair is no more,
And leaves when the one, now fair stark,
Regains the lost as before,
To have and to hold 'til sore.
And if there be no joint
Between the two-in-one,
A man is sure to faint.
But,
There is a Love from the start,
Which all men, dead, may receive:
The love which is not just a part,
But the whole which a whole man ne'er leaves.
The love, the light, God's sons see.
And since there is a love,
We fail not to have life,
Given free from above.
There was an Agony apart,
Apart from the giver of life.
The giver, perfecting his art,
Sent love in both Son and wife,
To stand with through good and strife.
And in the love of God,
All trials and all blessings
Are prompting for His laud.
Author notes
Started writing the poem feeling kinda sad about stuff... And halfway through I felt better, as explained in the second half :-)
Tried a new form to this of course, as always. What do you think? I just realized that the piece has more form to it than I had planned: Half one is two dual stanzas, the second explaining the meaning of the first. Half two, same thing, second explains first. The difference is, Half two is happier :-D
Written June 11th, 2006
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great
i think it is great man and i am always inlightened by readin your work. your a great write and right bout what ya believe in.
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