I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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The Sum Of Love

For My Grandfather

The silent voice has called another son

To leave this place and walk the last long night

Where dawn emerges from dark’s crippling grasp

And guides this great immortal to his rest;

Its pooling light has settled from the wound

And flooded through his senses to proclaim

The greater of life’s pleasures, once withdrawn,

Shall grow once more from seed to shining sun.


A star has fled its sky-borne post and blessed

A saint about to fall with endless years;

That in this new found source of life lay love,

A love recalled before the bond was torn.

This visionary antic of its nerve

Serves not to justify, but illustrate

The common thread that through all life is sewn

Is more than death, yet less the sum of love.