13 Feb Holy Forgetfulness

Posted at 14:48h in For My Wife, Poems by

At the bottom of misery, misery
Rests a hope for the differently
That makes a wish a curse

But weari- and vengefulness
I drown in forgetfulness
Which I now rehearse

That riddle evil I forgot
By a silver-sunshine spot
Slips away the evidence

So at the bottom of old misery, the
LORD of Hosts has given me
A mystified innocence

So I could find Him ways
To consecrate my days
Holding you as you dream
Breathing out sunny stream, and
I could not for the life of me
Remember feeling misery

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