This is dedicated to my own Faramir, who walked with me when I was at my worst and loved me through it all. I also offer it up as a small expression of praise to the Lover of my Soul, who loved me with His life and made both life and love itself possible, 1 John 4:7-11.
The Lady to Her Lord
Oh, in the garden
Tangled and torn with weeds
Alone and weary I wander
Longing for greater deeds
Deep is the chasm before me
A rift within my heart
Barren my soul for no sunlight
Can make the darkness depart
Rage, rage ye terrors
That beat within my breast
Despairing wrath consumes me
Never shall I find rest
Who dares withstand the torrent
With knowing, tender gaze?
Who dares such gentle speech
Despite this frigid blaze?
Eye to eye he meets this gale
My splintered shards of self
And still continues to extend
The whole of all himself
Love unmitigated, unrelenting
Like the summer sun
Upon my heart has softly beaten
The great thaw has begun
Oh! in the garden
Alight with life anew
Ever let me wander
That I may be with you