The Virgin Mother –

My little love, my darling,

You were a doorway to me;

You let me out of the confines

Into this strange country,

Where people are crowded like thistles,

Yet are shapely and comely to see.

My little love, my dearest

Doubly have you issued me, Once from your womb, sweet mother,

Once from myself, to be Free of all hearts, my darling,

Of each heart’s home-life free.

And so, my love, my mother,

I shall always be true to you;

Twice I am born, my dearest,

To life, and to death, in you;

And this is the life hereafter

How I am true.

I kiss you good-bye, my darling,

Our ways are different now;

You are a seed in the night-time,

I am a man, to plough

The difficult glebe of the future

For God to endow.

I kiss you good-bye, my dearest,

It is finished between us here.

Oh, if I were calm as you are,

Sweet and still on your bier!

O God, if I had not to leave you

Alone, my dear!

Let the last word be uttered,

Oh, grant the farewell is said!

Spare me the strength to leave you Now you are dead.

I must go, but my soul lies helpless

Beside your bed. ~


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)