And Let Me Catch Them Up
--
And Let Me Catch Them Up
By Jane Tawel
July 21, 2023
*
And when I go,
Yes, when I rise,
Oh, if I rise
when leaving here,
then let my arms be strong and long.
And let me catch them up.
*
For all those folks,
for those I know and do not know,
who think they’ve found their own way,
I will not trouble my mind about them.
I will not stress
the parameters of my own very small soul
with questions about their destiny.
Especially for those who feel there are no questions left.
I’ll let them trust in what they trust,
and agree that they’ve found their own way.
But for my loves,
my own dear loves,
who have seen too many battles fought
by those who think they own The Way;
for my true loves, my own true loves,
who are scarred into inactivity,
demeaned into a frigid heat of bored anger
by those who put a price on Love,
Love, meant to be free to all;
Oh, for my loves, my precious pearls —
I do not ask You to change them, but —
Oh, my God, Oh, my God,
Oh, let me catch them up!
*
Oh, for the ones I hold so dear,
the ones I love,
love more than my own life,
and because in this strange and troubled Time,
I know my loves,
I know with the surety of old wounds,
that they are not sure
what this fresh blood can mean.
We live in uncertain times.
