Ma has a heart of fire
Flashing, it cannot burn low
Dad hates a crook and liar
Give him a yes or a no
My sister is growing a little son
The images fascinate everyone
Purer love he'll never know
My brother is living in Babylon
I asked him where all these years have gone
Eye has not seen, ear has not heard
Some grief has gone unobserved.
David passed through the waters
With the companion he found
David crossed over rivers
Called by his name not to drown
Darkness in the morning hour
David climbed the top of the tower
And he would never come down
James asked his mother why he was there
David was of the water, not air
Eye has not seen, ear has not heard
Some grief has gone unobserved.
Maybe I believed you too much
Loving you, I risked dying
Idols are dangerous to touch
And on a cold bed I am lying
Hoping for sleep that's restoring
Only to rise before morning
And wake from pedestrian dreams, crying
I pray for the world, I pray, love, for you
Maybe there's life we never knew
Eye has not seen, ear has not heard
Some grief has gone unobserved.
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Some grief can go unobserved, but not forever.
Hello, Anonymous. I think you are right. But sometimes we do not know who or what it is we need to grieve for, or why or how ... and maybe not forever, but often for a long time.
I suspect for us, it is ourselves.
In this poem there is a lot of looking inward and grieving for oneself. Is that how you mean the "us" and "ourselves"?
Or are we grieving together?
We are grieving apart of you died that day time breaks the night time chivalrously.
I wish I knew what you mean.
Don't worry. I won't challenge your interpretation of words. Take from it what you can. And leave what you will leave.
You speak generously, Anonymous. From you I take wonder, and you leave me mystified.
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