the name of the lord
will endure as the sun
will rise like the moon
through all generations
his rain falls alike
on the wheat and the thistle
his scythe takes alike
the
grain and the weeds
after a loss
I have walked long in silence
I have walked long in silence
scuffing my shoes
the rain comes in August
while hay is still sweetening
a sweetness of rot
from the cut feathered fields
and always his name
like dew in the morning
oh pitiless comfort --
I am done with this singing
Your songs are beautiful.
I like this one better (much) than your first version.
But then, I like it better than THE first version.