PITY THE PLIGHT

There are so many things I want to say,
As I stand with you,
Meeting you, again, or for the first time.
I wait, listening,
For some invitation to draw near.
The distance of absence seems infinite.
How to breech the miles,
the years, the silence.
My heart is ready.
Reticence comes with fear of your flight.
Too close, too near, too dear.
Pity the plight.
I’m here,
Smiling, heart in hand,
My hand behind my back.

By Joann Nelander

ABBA WAITS

November 23, 2019 by Be Holy

ABBA WAITS
While I wandered,
Wandered far,
Abba waits.
Winding roads and forests,
Miles and mountains,
Abba waits.
Husks and devolution,
Drunken prostitution,
All the while, Abba waits.
Humbled in revelation,
Plans of feeble protestation,
Still Abba waits.
Homeward, humbled,
Bowed and broken,
Eyes to the horizon, Abba waits
Heart aflame,
Running, embracing, gifting a son,
For from eternity, Abba waits