Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Longing of A Human Heart

                    by Jim Rapp

Good things always have a sad ending.
It's inevitable I think
Since everything we touch is tending
Toward decay,
A simple blink
And something precious,
Like a vapor, fades away.
I'd like to think that there are ways
To keep the gladness of our days,
To forestall the evening sun,
Or to call again the face of one
Who's long been gone away.
I want to think that there are things
That do not flee
But come again on golden wings
So we can see
Their beauty,
Feel their warmth,
Know their joy,
And once again, enfolded be;
Enfolded in their goodness

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