Desperate Leah Poem by Martin Greyford

Leah!
Listen to me!
Leah!

You may say that
David,
Jonathan,
Mary,
Ruth,
Have passed on

Even desperate we can't despair.
Let go each other's fingers sink.
Numb in that numb-
Drawn there
Sole in our cold selves.
God is there too, in the desperation.
I do not know why God should strike
But God is what is is stricken also.
Life is what despairs in death
And desperate is life still

Leah!

Do not let my hand go, Leah.

The Lord giveth.......say it.

The Lord giveth......
The Lord taketh away.....

Takes!

Kills! Kills! Kills! Kills!

Blessed be the name of the Lord.