April
21
“_______?” by Isabelle Bruce
I know our bond’s not one preferred,
Just know that I still care,
I pray to ease a heart disturbed
If ever your thoughts despair.
I beseech my tender Lord on high
To spare just one request:
“Smooth the depths where he may lie
And bless my friend with rest.”
Though I know I cannot stay by you
As I think of our sunlit skies,
Still, I’ll endlessly pray for you
That its light may return to your eyes.