the poetry of Charles Fry

12 November 1997

Redemption

My heart is colored black today;
a crimson black with streaks of grey.
'Tis most disquieting, in fact,
my own dear heart now tainted black.
From pale reflections in my eyes
with one brief glance I realize
that neither life nor love nor feeling
are native to this coarsened being.
And oh, it pains me so to know
that dead like this through life I go.

Gently you approach me with softly silent steps.
Your tender hands lift me up and
your sweet lips breathe life into my soul.
Your angelic touch warms this frozen body and
in amazement I watch my blood start to flow.
"From whence hast thou come, beloved deliverer?"
I ask in gracious wonder.
But you only smile and rock me back & forth
(eyes closed) like a newborn
child between your arms.

Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry