He comes!
And my wayward heart
Lifts on wings to greet him,
And sings a jubil song...
But he is not for me;
So I bid my heart
Be still! Sing not! 'Tis wrong.
I must bind it strong
With bands that will not part.
But my heart, poor thing,
It does not understand...
Right? Wrong?
It turns to him
As to the sun.It cries,
He is the one!
Love denies...
So my heart dies.
Oh, God, why?
--Merle Gilman Shoemaker
(1904-1986)
