On Etymology

Poets United and Thursday Think Tank invite us to think about goodbyes.

'On Etymology'

That’s how it all starts,

Love breaches those gates,

That seal up our hearts.

With hope He awaits,

And prays for our eyes

To see, our ears to hear,

To know that He’s near,

Though wears a disguise

At times - like those things

We say with no thought,

In them - if only sought -

He so clearly rings.

In our faithless times

The soul’s born anew:

God’s hour softly chimes,

‘Goodbye – God be with you.’

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur