More than ever now I want you with me.
Each day lays waste the day that came before.
Remembering the home that your heart gives me
Restores the peace that, lost, torments me more.
Yet we must be apart this day of joy,
Close in spirit, far apart in flesh,
Happy in a hope time can’t destroy
Replenished by a sorrow ever fresh.
In us there is a glory from afar
So precious no brief moment of despair
That rises up can match that eastern star,
Miracle it is our gift to share.
As all our joy is cause for all our pain,
So when I’m home all will be joy again.
Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
gautami Said:
on November 26, 2007 at 4:21 am
Sp much wisdom in it. Thanks for sharing this…
rhian Said:
on November 26, 2007 at 6:18 am
hmm – i’m betting this has particular meaning for you,huh? I know its a holiday poem but it goes so much further than that – like it muchly!
julia Said:
on November 26, 2007 at 8:58 am
‘Remembering the home that your heart gives me
Restores the peace that, lost, torments me more.’
Loved these lines especially. Thanks for posting this – I hadn’t encountered it before and really like it.
Jill Said:
on November 26, 2007 at 12:31 pm
Close in spirit, far apart in flesh
For me this line really touch me!
Susan Helene Gottfried Said:
on November 26, 2007 at 1:26 pm
This is loaded with some deep stuff that I want to know more about!
Ann Said:
on November 26, 2007 at 3:26 pm
Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing.