Call My Name
Author: habs360So call my name in times of grief.
No, do not wait till all is lost,
Lost there beneath the winters frost.
For in the night there comes a thief,
To reap your soul just like a sheaf;
Your protests then they will exhaust,
So call my name.
For I will keep your waiting brief;
While catching what you've lightly tossed,
Upon the ground to pay the cost;
I vow to you this true relief,
So call my name.
© 2004
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 5:41 AM CST
About this poem:
This is a Rodine.