God's good reprieve

Desolate days of winter’s praise

A momentary lapse of God’s reprieve

Before the judgement of my sin

I wish to know summer again

If life would take my broken heart

And steal the wind within my core

Then my life would gain some source

Of meaning beyond my love for more

O’ what light and awkward sound

That flutters afar yet rears abound

An ever-elated notion that confounds

I call it my muse ’tis your voice in the town

You beckon for love like a siren at sea

Who quenches the thirst of the reaper nightly

If only our love could withstand the sea breeze

That comes as the winter unto God’s good reprieve