the writing desk

hard won

Would you know a diamond , if you held it in your hand?
Would you build a wall of stone to save a grain of sand?
Could you see the light you seek
Would it make you shiver?
Would you turn away from me
For ever, and ever?

All tha i's good in life is hard won
and all that is worth fighting for
so useless a gift of grace
so needless, that radiant face
so free
what good is this from me?

Would you keep a poison vial, would you hold it near?
And think to drink it deeply, to alleviate your fear?
Could you hear the laughter,
Or can you only sense the tears?
And I have only moments,
you are demanding years..

All that is good in life is hard won
and all that is worth fighting for
so useless a gift of grace
so needless, that radiant face
so free
what good is this from me?

december 2003

this poem copyright december 2003 by phoebe mcgregor [email protected]