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Innocent Woe

Often injury is where no harm was meant
Unlike Saul’s pursuit or God’s fiery judgements.
Without rulers to order earth’s wild filaments,
The world is amiss—even apart from evil intent.

And had we kept faith with that power long ago,
Abided with Wisdom to learn how to grow,
We could tell the waters to stop their flow
And bid raging winds to cease their blow.

No fatal events would sweep life away.
No disease would waste nor animals prey,
And our babies alive in the womb would stay
As three within mine have not to this day.

Think not of what was or what could’ve been.
Nor cast it aside as common among women.
And to guess at the cause will wear a soul thin. 
The world is not right, and we are akin.

Liquid glass slipping through my fingers exhausts.
I have seen the unseen, the spiritual, the lost,
And trembled on footsteps of shadows and frost
For the world is amiss at heaven’s own cost.

So weep for the buds that dropped before bloom.
And weep for the ones without a marked tomb. 
And weep when another announces full womb,
When smarting words may ignorantly assume.

Then into Thy hands steadfast will I cast 
The heart that won’t rage though it beats downcast.
And again do I say farewell unembarrassed,
To the innocent woe in the fabric of my past.

“The time has come to say farewell;
And though my heart be heavy,
I promise still to remember ye
E’en though we say, ‘Farewell.’”

“The flow’rs that bloom’d in Summer’s sun
Have lost their fleeting glory,
And all but died in Winter’s chill;
And we must say, ‘Farewell.’”

“So brief a time has come and gone
Since first we sang together;
But bittersweet is that music now
That we must say, ‘Farewell.’”

by Charles Anthony Silvestri


Anonymous said…
Priveledged to walk with you in this my dear.
I love you.

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