Wilt Thou harass a driven leaf?-Job 13:25
I just took a theology class in Job last seamster and that was one of my favorite verse, not only because it was the title of one of the most amazing books I ever read "As a Driven Leaf" by Milton Steinberg. When I was reading that verse over, (I'm not religious, but the bible has pretty poetry) I thought of Zuko. A leaf, shaking in the wind, torn from the tree and left alone to be tossed about by the winds of fate. This poem was also written when I was really sad, because I would love an Iroh to offer me tea when I am sad. This poem is for my father, who I miss more then words can say. Guys, if I can offer you any advice, treat every day like it's your last. Tell your parents and loved ones just how much you care about them, make every moment count. You never know how quickly things can change. Zuko is really lucky to have Iroh around.
Things Unsaid
I know you aren't ready now
That your heart is still torn
How it breaks my heart to see you
Standing there alone and forlorn
I wish I could take you in my arms
And hide you from all your grief
Instead of watch the winds blow you
Aimless, like a driven leaf
You are too proud to accept help
My strong one, you keep fighting on
You wont ever admit to yourself
The life you long for is gone
But in the darkness of your slumber
You relax and begin to weep
Do you know I guard you every night
And kiss your forehead when you sleep?
I know the shame I'd bring to you
So blissful ignorance I feign
I'll never rob you of your armor
The walls you've built of pain
Just know I'll be there to catch you
When the moment is right
I'll be the one who will hold your hand
And lead you out of the night
I'll be the father you've always wanted
You've always been a son to me
I'll break the shackles binding you
I long to set you free
To light a smile upon your face
And gladden again your heart
Hand and hand we'd travel the world
And make a good fresh start