Letter

Here’s my letter of contrition

I hope it finds you well

I left in search of words once missing

But if I found them I can’t tell

Life without you has left me lonely

Affection’s never quick to fade

And though I pause at “one and only”

I miss you greatly all the same

All the while the floodtide’s rising

Till the choice the is ours no more

I think I hear the angels crying,

Singing, “Joy to the Lord!”

At night we walk down to the water

Confront the ever-tempting sea

My two hands tied, no help to offer

No arms restrain Annabelle Lee

My struggles with virtue leave me empty

Stung by the price that good deeds cost

No swift perfection’s in the offing

But simply, restore the imperfection’s lost

All the while the floodtide’s rising

Till the choice the is ours no more

I think I hear the angels crying,

Singing, “Joy to the Lord!”

With time these waves will beat the mountains

As fractured stone’s they’ll wash away

And yet submerged will lie the ridgeline

Concealing scars beneath the gray

But I’ll confess to God Almighty

And to you, my worldly saint

That I have sinned and hell may rightly

Prepare for my eternal stay

All the while the floodtide’s rising

Till the choice the is ours no more

I think I hear the angels crying,

Singing, “Joy to the Lord!”

Joy to the Lord!