Starting Over

God imbued her soul with grace,
A soul who knew my name,
And how I showed or hid my face,
And how I sought my fame.

Who clearly saw beneath my sham,
And knew me hair and hide;
Who loved the good and bad I am,
Until the day she died.

I kept so much from all of you,
But never from her eyes;
So much I hid, that much she knew,
The truth behind the lies.

And now she's gone, her grace has left,
And I once more am winless.
And oh, again unknown, bereft,
No eyes that see me sinless.

I must love again—she set the mark
Of grace and inner beauty,
And I will follow, through this dark,
Bound by heart and duty.
 

© Phil Hodgkins 2002

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