Father, he is ready, now.
He releases his heart that is her heart,
When will you call?
For dead of her pain
Would you accept her now?
His time is not your time,
Nor his way your way.
To love, after all, an arrow, piercing?
Thank you for your gift/loan
To him all these years!
He's sorry that she comes back to you--so frail!
He knows how it will be;
It will be like a leaf,
Loosing, falling, in silent
Gliding patterns, to and fro,
Until it joins ten thousand beautifully colored leaves
Lying there like a cushion to gentle her falling.
Thank you, Father, for your love!