Poezja

When the last tears are spent
and the missing grows too much
and all of the well and loving wishes are sent
and every grief and grouch
 
has faded to oblivion
then still you will be in my thoughts
while I do pray for a Zion
with you in it and that which I do sought
 
and for everlasting love and trust
and for a life that is worth living
and in heaven a place for the just
and an everlasting spring
 
but now we are broken
and our sorrow and pain remain unspoken.