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Copyright February 2001 - 2008
Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by
Dena L. Moore.
God Be Willing
The cold seeps up
Through the rushes, yet I do not move.
My skirts, damp and heavy under me,
Do not keep my knees from aching.
Kneeling before the fire,
My mind so very, very far away,
I bow my head in silence.
The war is an intermittent betrayal,
And you are a spectre of my desire.
My husband, will you return?
Every day is a struggle here—
The nights are so long and hollow.
The people are starving out in the fields.
What can I do? How can I protect them
From this creeping disease
When I cannot protect myself, or the children?
Our dear King sits for so long before
Dirtying his dainty hands, and you
And your men are covered in blood,
Covered in the filth of three nations.
I will try to hold on, my love,
My dearest soul.
I know we face another separation soon.
God be willing, it will be quick.
Dena L Moore
June 4, 2002
