At Heaven’s Gate
Hear me Ben, to you alone I whisper,
close your eyes while I silently lullaby sing …
each day reminds me forever of yesterday
when tomorrow’s morn will no smiles bring.
Ben, Ben may I yet find you hiding?
I searched that night as much as I could …
Awaken, Ben, with me from this nightmare,
May G-d crown your life with abundant good.
Oh so longingly have I waited o’er these ten years,
but have now only understood what others see …
That it isn’t I who awaits you so much …
as it is you who’s awaited me.
Just as G-d does not warn man of his final awakening,
and the dawn of next day will not him renew …
Patiently await me Son though I may tarry …
when we’ll walk barefooted in grassy fields of dew.
Alan D. Busch
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This is so beautiful it made me cry. Can it really be 10 years already? You are so right. It is not we who await our loves, it them who await us. . .'it is we who may tarry'.
Love, Micki