There in the past, the story grows
It lives the lie that sorrow knows
And carries on it’s tattered wings
The futile hope that dreaming brings.
Where did the thoughts of yesterday
Get left behind or go astray ?
How did we lose our earthly core
Or fail to reach for sky once more ?
It seems to me, we cannot know
How far and deep that loss will go
I need you Lord, to purge my soul
And help me please, maintain my goal !
Claire V. Bogdanos 