Empty Hands*

The root cause lies in conscious thought, for I have distained to return to you with empty, hands unworthy, yet loyal true love. Is the greatest gift greater than all. Your shining influence fills the depths of night. Amazing luminous clear twinkling stars invigorating the heavens. I would give you the feet of angels to walk on, angels’ wings to ascend on, their bodies beauty to dwell on, my love to depend on. If in divine eyes aspired I to favour falling on my knees these gifts would I ask for thee. In tribute to a spirit that moves upon the breeze. May light ever shine upon your hair upon the beauty that you wear. May sleep grace your noble tender form with full glory to depths you were born. May sleep’s gentle tendrils clothe you in peace. So you awake fresh to clasp all light you seek. My one my only under the sun. Golden rays shine from seventh heaven. For illuminated you my dearest one. Upon those blessed beams your vibrant leaven is on earth the promised glimpse of heaven. Copyright © Terence George Craddock