Lament for the Hard of Heart

 

your soul is hard, young master
 for one so tender in years
 i weep for all that you cannot

               your lips are
               pressed tightly together
               have they, i wonder, ever
               pressed tightly against a
               maiden’s throat in 
               passion’s embrace
               or parted with joy 
               when she breathes
               tender words upon
               your skin

 your soul is cold, young master
 for one so innocent of the passage of time
 i love all whom you cannot
               
                               it is only in our brokenness
                               that we can learn true joy
                               and in our vulnerability
                                        true love

©ceg 11.14.2009