• When the Warblers Sing

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    I was waiting for an answer
    For a sign or for a call
    For something to reaffirm that
    this had meant something after all
    But all I heard was the waiting
    Daily traffic on the street
    Summer heat evolving
    Into winter sleet

    Silence had its reasons
    Too deep to comprehend
    Too many words and feelings
    That led us to pretend

    I wondered where you landed
    I wondered what went wrong
    I wondered why I worried
    Every time I heard that song
    I wondered why I wasn’t
    Enough for you to stay
    Enough for you to be content
    Enough for you to say

    Silence has its seasons
    This isn’t supposed to end
    But I haven’t yet found healing
    From all the places I have been

    Now, when I see the sunshine
    And lupine in the spring
    When I smell the clover
    And when the warblers sing
    I wonder why I couldn’t
    Keep you close at hand
    And say the things I needed
    To make this love withstand

    That

    Silence with its treasons
    And sorrow with its stings
    The sentences unspoken
    And confidence unwinged
    Your need to be so distant
    And drifting out to sea
    Your need to be away from here
    And far away from me

    I wondered why I couldn’t
    Keep you close at hand
    And say the things I needed
    To help you understand
    To make you feel protected
    To keep you safe and free
    To have a quiet hiding place
    Deep inside of me

    Now, when I see the sunshine
    And the lupine in the spring
    I wonder why you had to go
    When the warblers sing

    About

    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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