Worth

Margaret V.Doran

What is in the future for me?
Why can I not see what may be?

You have read My Word many times:
no man knows the future

But they are all so confident
and in this knowledge they seem content

They know no more than you, my child
they but make plans of air

Why can I not make plans of air?
I would that I could be so, without a care.

Because you take death, not life, for granted
and know that you are but a nomad

Than I am right that death is my fate,
why then can I not embrace it; why must I wait?

Because, my beloved, there are things for you to do
I have given you gifts to share for my children

They do not need my meager offering
it can in no way lessen another's suffering

In that you are wrong for I know the breadth and reach
of each word, each tune I place in your heart

Than give me strength knowing your words are true
but how can I be convinced that I have value

You must trust in Me; the tree does not say, "Give me death,"
it lives by my word alone and it pleases me thus

This is one of several poems written over the course of one year for my friend and poet Brenda Brabender who took her own life on May 21, 2003. Other titles include Empathy | Falling | The Maple | Not Alone | V | Whole | Brenda is my sketch of my friend.

Copyright © 2003 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.

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Updated May 12, 2003
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