Though they ask you why you go
Though you question, too, yourself,
Though they wonder why your foe
Rests content in your ill health
You find peace, they know not why,
While they watch you face the breach
You feel joy, though you still cry,
As you pray with still soft speech
For these tears in sadness wept
Water ground that's dry with thirst
In the soil this sadness kept
Rouses life from what was cursed
Then you rise to find full shade
From a tree the tears did grow,
Turn to offer what God made
To the scorched who was your foe
And in silence both you sit
'Neath a tree not of your make
Mulling stories neither writ
Penned divine for both your sake.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
Though they ask you why you go
Though you question, too, yourself,
Though they wonder why your foe
Rests content in your ill health
You find peace, they know not why,
While they watch you face the breach
You feel joy, though you still cry,
As you pray with still soft speech
For these tears in sadness wept
Water ground that's dry with thirst
In the soil this sadness kept
Rouses life from what was cursed
Then you rise to find full shade
From a tree the tears did grow,
Turn to offer what God made
To the scorched who was your foe
And in silence both you sit
'Neath a tree not of your make
Mulling stories neither writ
Penned divine for both your sake.