Tribulations of young life’s growing years
Unfurled the banner for kinship up close
Forced engagement laid down pearls of our tears
And gnashing of teeth in speech quite verbose
Mere crossing of wires marred true peace from sin
Your rebuke justly, my affliction real
Thy fruits at odd, noble patience wears thin
So stirs the pot, our forking paths must peel
The hand-woven bushel frays thy thought
That we shall someday be true kin with love
Your righteous anger splits what my heart sought
Blood to blood we might be what I thought of
Vast distance now divides our parted hearts
I long for the day when acceptance starts
No comments:
Post a Comment