Heavy heart         fall on me    
       Guilty soul         you are free      

For I am strong,
I will hold you.
And I am good:
I'll protect you.

       Lonely one         come to me      
Lost and cold         I still see        

For I am strong,
I will hold you.
And I am good:
I'll protect you.

  Broken inside         I can fix you    
      You're afraid         I am with you    

For I am strong,
I will hold you.
And I am good:
I'll protect you.

My body is too heavy
I just want to lie down
And stare up at the stars
As birds and time fly by

My body is too heavy
I just want to lie down
Buried under pillows and blankets
So deep
I am nowhere to be found

My body is too heavy
I just want to lie down
Let my arms rest in the damp grass
And let the sun warm my mind

The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day

turns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.
None of your blustering entrances
or exits, doors swinging wildly
on their hinges, or your huge unconscious
sighs when you read something sad,
like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,
where he traveled after Clover died.

Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
with their black and secret centers
lie shattered on the lawn.

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995). 4/11/2016.