HEAL MY HATE, LORD

December 31, 2001

Sixty years with one sweet mate,
But now she's gone and won't return!
A silent, aching, burning hate,
Deep in my heart I now discern!

I'm grateful for the years she gave;
Her loving, laughing, lifting ways
So often rose to seek and save
A multitude from darker days.

I was first among that crowd
She magnetized toward joy and peace,
As something in me cried aloud,
"In Dorothy's love I've found release!"

What I hate is this long wait
From now until I too shall stand
Within that massive pearly gate
To grasp again her loving hand.

She always said, "If I go first,
I'll count it compliment to me
If another heals your thirst
For the love we two now see."

Could even God so bless me twice,
And reproduce a Dorothy Dear
To give me love and good advice,
As Dorothy did while she was here?

Someone said, "When God made you,
He threw away that Orion mold."
So I suppose, for Dorothy too
The same sad truth is bound to hold.

So God, I’m here on bended knee;
So weak, so tired and full of pain;
So please just keep on telling me
That my sad loss is Dorothy's gain.

And keep me open to the love
That by your word might come my way;
For all good gifts come from above
To heal my hate of this sad day.