on reflection

Being Saved

I have been saved from LoveBy Poverty and Need
I have been lifted from Love
By the cruel embrace of Survival
For my Passions have a Rival
And my Hunger holds the Deed

The seeds of our shelter doth haunt Us
We toil in the day with our Fuss
Work and pay minimal play
Tired and asleep by the end of the Day

But Love What a Waste
No time No Desire
We know at the BestPassions of Haste
Born in the Byre

Ah Love you escape me
I know thee Naught
To great the BattleOf Need I have Fought
Warmth and Shelter
Comfort and Food
Peace and enjoyment never Allude
By Poverty and NeedLove turns to weed
Surviving and Being all else Exclude

Soldiers of the Moment
Peasants of the Shift
Striving to find Friendship and Lift
Always we go to tryst without Love
Hoping and praying the great God above
Will find us a passion of reaching and care
Beyond the moment of nees in our lair

But I have been saved from Love
I have been lifted from Love
By the cruel embrace of Survival
Shall I wait in Peace for Arrival
Of the end of Life without Love
In the dark of a stone like Dove
The flight of a Bird inthe Sky
As we peacefull wait to Die

Not feeling or being or Wishing a Thing
Or any of the Sorrows that Love Brings
A bell tols the knell as it solomly sings
Ah Love the sound of the Death it Rings

Hunger and pain a surcease shall I have
A bird of stone back to the Sky
As here in my coffin I silently Lie


Judi Donnelly
Copyright February 19 2007