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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.

 la vie me déchire   For all the words I didn't write   My two calloused hands   Hold me in your arms so tightly;   When springtime comes   soft, sweet and warm   the water of life   these are the times   geraniums   sweet of all sweetness   when Death first called my name   Arms so pitiful   Redemption   The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own.   Oh Seigneur   A toi, l'humanité   flesh of mortal man, immortal woman   again an unknown stranger.   canticle to my soul   My tender heart dilates with each   emancipation