Separation

 

Love, long ago we two were one...

What was it made You speak that prayer,

And give me this dark cross, alone?

— The cross which now it is You who bear.

 

They say You wished to see your joy —

Had we for that to live apart?

Had You to shape of clay a toy,

Before You could enjoy my heart?

 

Because, remembering not your mirth,

I cry over all my hurt and pain,

Must You now push through clay and earth,

Before we can be one again?

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