THE CALM BEFORE
Different days, different years
Different hands that feed the sheep
With every circle through, our helpful heart will seem less new
A rose turned grey, by day, tarnished by the mist
Each day it changes shades, and dies, just a bit
The past, the present, a slate ― with little thanks to come
Still young, humdrum, a withered fool gone numb
A course more like a spill, uphill, and slowing
With all our falls
Now showing
Does the grace bygone destroy us?
Do we let the leaves go black?
Our weary bones, like glass, our merry songs, they crack
The seas will do their best to sink our tired backs
But the choice of one torn voice, is one to scorn the rule
There are fights still left to fight
For this thinly jaded fool
Despite the love unseen, and this love that is ignored, let love breed furthermore
No thank you's
No praises
Nor glory thirsted for
Let love live more and more, in this calm quiet moment
And this rest before the war