e’er I warn you of the truth
and beg you heed my telling
of what remains to living –
where the turnaround (is not)
and changing into something more
than bitterness (revealing)
when taken rite of passage
a place was not your place

to break apart
as consequence
were wrong the right (remembered)
when come again
to make amends this way
repeating every season
as writing on the waters
tides implore you (listen)
will you hear

the lowly cries of innocence
a choice for passing over
without a thought –
the judgment of a fool
knowing not
of days removed –
or stones were laid upon him

ashes rained
from wisdom
recall a deeper thirst

ancient skies the broken mourn
yet other sorrows save –
redemption for the one
who will not see –
bless the soul of he who falls
yet gathers for another
redeeming now the promise
was made to love (again)