Friday, March 20, 2009

Villanelle

Be gentle with the Father.
Do not weep uopm their sins;
Be patient with that boulder.

For as life becomes molder,
do not hop into strange bins.
Be gentle with the Father.

He falls, stumbling over.
Shifting, crawling, pushing for vim.
Be patient with that boulder.

Tear drops fall colder and colder.
His heart falls point sharp like pins.
Be gentle with the Father.

His head rests on cold ice fur,
realizing he can not win.
Be patient with that boulder.

A tear falls, this time warmer.
He smiles, as foolish as he's been.
Be gentle with the Father.
Be patient with the boulder.

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