THE SECRET

THE SECRET

THE SECRET I HAD WRITTEN ON MY HAND

BUT I HAD CLENCHED MY FIST SO TIGHTLY AND SO LONG

I HAD FORGOTTEN WHAT IT SAID

BUT I KNEW IT WAS IMPORTANT

THAT ONCE IT MEANT TIE WORLD TO ME

AND HEAVEN TOO IF I REMEMBERED RIGHTLY

I RAISED MY CLENCHED FIST TO GOD

GIVE ME A SIGN I CRIED

OPEN YOUR HAND HE REPLIED

BUT I CANNOT FOR I MUST FIGHT

A SEA OF PAIN WOULD OVERWHELM ME

I WOULD BE INVADED IF I BUT CLOSE MY EYES

I MUST BE EVER VIGILANT ARMED AND READY

I MUST BE VIGILANT BOLD AND READY

GIVE ME A SIGN TO HELP ME PASS THE NIGHT IN WATCHING

GIVE ME A SIGN I CRIED

OPEN YOUR HAND HE SIGHED

AS IF A DEAD MAN'S HAND WERE ON MY ARM

THE FINGERS UNBENDED SLOWLY

A MESSAGE GOD HAD WRITTEN THERE

YOU ARE SPECIAL AND I LOVE YOU




FRANK A VOLLMER