Because you’re far from me, I’ve turned to God
He’d be a second best, I must confess,
And be forgotten though, if you returned
But meanwhile comfort comes to me on knees
Although my faith is surely forged or faint
I keep on praying like I talked to you
Alas, the worship meets with no replies
From silent love, aloof and out of reach
And yet I thought I’d never walk alone
Assured you’d hold my hand to cross the road
Instead, the saint in Siena roamed the streets
To lament loud that love had not been loved
She taught a lesson then to heathen hearts
Who think they are alone to bear a cross
It did occur before to love estranged
That man was mad enough to not requite
But Catherine’s cries amid the Tuscan hills
Were meant to mend the marriage still dismissed
Immune to mockery meant as wise disdain
For myths that make the buried bosom breathe
The broken bride embraced the groom she grieved
With all her soul and sealed her stubborn vows
And so, against the odds, I would believe
The way this woman would with wishful woes
But every day I seem to plead in vain:
Just why have you forsaken me, my dear?
But who am I to wait for answers now
When once the plea of Christ was not addressed?
Or so it seems to me, the slow of heart,
Who walked asleep and blind towards Emmaus
And failed to follow Magdalene at dawn
The chance would I have had to learn from her
The faith that leads a widow back to where
She’d pour some myrrh on love that cannot rot
Before the shroud the spouse had cast away
She didn’t despair but felt her faith fulfilled
The empty cave would fill a heart forlorn
With plenty more belief in risen love