SILENT VIGIL

Inside a frightened heart cries out.
What sorrow does he know?
Outside the dust of autumn's frost
Will wither the summer rose.

An anxious spirit cannot repress
The question from within.
A resolution to so many trials
But where does he begin?

Beside her mate a wife draws near
And begs to understand
The passion that drives this kindred soul
To be more than mortal men.

In silent vigil she will wait
For man's fate is in Love's hands.
Remembering that through the strongest storm
The mighty oak still stands.

Weep out--have faith, her troubled child.
The wise man surely knows
That He who mends the wounded heart
Shall also spare the rose.