You promise blessings from above
In life lived here below.
You promise happiness and love
To those who love you so.
Tables filled with food and drink,
And wife will fertile be.
The children at my table drink
Of wine that comes from thee.
The city that I live within
Is guided by your hand,
And children’s children ever win
A peace upon the land.
But here I sit in middle age
With finger ringless still,
And ever as I turn life’s page
I find I have no will —
No will to seek for earthly bride
To walk along life’s way
And stem the lonely, empty tide
That washes through each day.
No children’s children have I near,
My tribe has pushed me far,
And all that once I held so dear
Has left my heart with scars.
I thought my feet had walked your paths,
I thought I loved you so,
But life of mine deserves your wrath,
For down dark paths I go.
My empty hand and empty heart
Comes not from fear of you,
But from my paths that oft’ depart
From lighted paths so true.
Down paths so true where blessings lay
I wish my feet would tread,
I wish my heart would find its way
From pathways of the dead.
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