Thy hand hath stopped my fall and lifted me
To quell my tears, and cool my fervid cheeks;
Withal thy power hast thou known its plea:
To grant my heart this respite that it seeks.
Tomorrow, shall I write for thee, although
The Gods are neither fooled nor do they sleep,
But smile upon thee; surely do They know
I sing with joy their deeds an ne’er I weep.
But sweetly given me hast thou my voice,
And moved my spirit; for my hand is thine
To take thy gifted rest; though fear my choice:
That rest will fall to apathy’s decline.
Yet might for me despair make worse my plight;
Tomorrow, with thy gifts, for thee I write.
I am truly humbled, Dearest One.
You see me through–always you do.
It is my dearest hope.
To see you up and working is my heart’s delight.
I do love you so!
What a truly beautiful way to start my day. I didn’t mean for that to rhyme! When I read something like this, I read it again, slowly and thoughtfully. Rain is pattering on my roof and is fitting background music for this.
Thank you very much.
I had a thought: Sometimes people who write haiku tend to think in haiku. I am guilty of this myself. I thought your last sentence might be. But it is one syllable too long. Still beautiful though:
Rain is pattering
on my roof and is fitting
background music for this.
Unconscious, totally. Let me fix it:
Rain pattering on
my roof. Fitting background
music for these words.
Lovely this. I like the south better and better all the time. What is that tune I am supposed to whistle again?
Y’all are supposed to be whistlin’ Dixie, sugar.
Ah yes. that was it.
Yes, but the prettiest and saddest is “Lorena”. And i think is more indicative of the South. It is certainly one we would sometimes sing as we sat on the front porch during summer nights of my childhood. Modern songs would always be tossed about but some neighbor passing and stopping to “set a spell” would often start it up or one of us.
Now I find myself wondering how I lived so many decades without hearing this lovely melody? Before I sought it out, I thought it might be something I had heard a time or two but as I researched it and listened to a few renditions, it became clear that I missed it completely somehow. Thank you very much. I feel as though my life has been enriched once again.
I’m not sure how much you researched, but it was a song both sides loved. My cousin has an old reel to reel (which has since been digitized) of her husband singing this to her when he was in Viet Nam. They played it at their 50th anniversary. I like the fact that we both have enriched each’s knowledge and feelings about things. It’s a good friendship.
I did not look deeply. Merely listened to a few renditions via youtube. One thing I did learn was the fact of its popularity among north and south, of which I read in the short descriptions the up-loaders had written.
I feel quite the same way. I am very pleased to have stumbled upon you and your most interesting story and background.
That’s precious David… very heartfelt and moving. Hugs!
My thanks, sent all the way to the land of St. Clair
Thank you. These were my most heartfelt words in answer to my sweetheart’s kind and beautiful words
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