Sometimes Some Time Must
Pass Before the Flesh
|Sometimes some time must pass before the
Can grow across the chasm of a wound.
The rift must be
protected by a silence
That waits upon the healing touch of
You and I have traded so much pain
came a time you closed maternal* doors.
Your love could not so long
sustain the power
To hold humiliation in your arms.
I know that I have disappointed you:
could not be the child that you wanted.
But now I stand beside your
Come meet me once again outside the gate.
*"paternal" if for a
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon