Echoes

Its now so very far away
The echoes of this memory past
Grown weaker bouncing through each day
Where once it’s joyful sounds had crashed.

But still… it haunts, in weaker tones….
That voice in timbre of regard
Who’s joyous chatter warmed the bones
That bore their burdens, thus inspired.

But still …. I hear it echo on
The love, the favor of my child
Not morphed with age, no, it is gone
Where lonesome echoes hope defiles.

For echo now is all there is.
Paternal hope in funeral pyre
Where six feet down, my God it lives
To break the shadow of a sire.

Oh God, my cause, my cause now hear
These enemies bring to thy mind
Who joyed to rape the sacred cheer
That once was known twixt me and mine.

Charles Church, 1/5/2020 11:37 PM