A certain knowledge,
\nI do not tell anyone.
\nIt makes me sad.
\nIt makes me weep.
\nIt is a secret so open
\nno one sees it,
\nexcept me.
\nExcept the cat
\nthat sits on a pillow.
\nExcept priests
\nwho listen to a voice
\nbehind the screen
\nthat says,
\nI love so much,
\nplease forgive.<\/p>\n
The night follows me,
\nwith a faith called death,
\nthe certainty of pain,
\nthe loss of morning.
\nTeach me to say,
\nthere is a place for eternity,
\nthat our children live,
\nlove stays new,
\nflowers return,
\nand the light we reach for
\ncan be touched.
\nOr help me to remain still,
\njoin in festivals
\nand forget what I know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A certain knowledge, I do not tell anyone. It makes me sad. It makes me weep. It is a secret so open no one sees…<\/p>\n