I read a poem the other day,
I don't remember where.
The poet tried to tell his love
He missed her presence here.
"If tears could build a staircase
and memories a lane.
I'd walk right up to heaven
And bring you home again."
Oh, poor benighted, lonely soul,
You know not what you dream.
You'd take your ladylove from heav'n
And bring her to this scene?
Your lady doesn't want to leave
Our Shepherd's arms of love.
She'll gladly stay till you join her
In your heavenly home above.
Then both of you with hands entwined
Will stand before your Lord,
In heaven, where you two as one
Rejoice in your reward.
copyright © July 1986