Anniversary

Don’t think this day

Will harrow you ever that way

You dread

Estranged from the smile of humanity

I will fight for you

Don’t think this day

Will on the calendar ever stay

Your relic, an

Encircled date, red with stroke of travesty

I will bleed for you

Don’t think this day

Will always be one of pain

Your fortune

Engraved in stone, or living to bury

I will lay down my life for you

Don’t think I pray

Without faith or in vain

I see you

Embraced in love, I see you Merry

You will overcome as

He has

Again & again

Amen

© 2012 Anna Mosby Coleman