Friday, February 16, 2007
I Tire Chasing After Wind
I tire, chasing after wind -
A friendship given, not much returned;
Passions, person, time, poured in;
Lightly taken, gently spurned.
I long for some refreshing bread -
A proffer of communion
Yearn from labors to rest my head,
On pillows of deep reunion
Hope deferred the heart doth sicken
Wearied without with weary within
Will my tree of life awaken?
In due season, gather in?
Perhaps in yet another Eden
Will I find my true relief
What I seek as blessed garden
Tis’ a place of make belief
And while I’m spent on the cure I’m after
A Grace-full Healer restores, for free.
And while I long for this friend other,
A True Friend, longing; died for me.