A LYRIC–FOR N.

Hubert and Jan van Eyck, “Singing Angels” (detail)
From the Ghent Altarpiece, early 15th century, St. Bavo Cathedral
Courtesy The Family Project

A lyric that I wrote was lost
Perhaps at spiritual cost
Never to be found again
No matter how misplaced or when

Despite the knowing searching of
My wife, my dear devoted love
The words themselves would disappear
Not evidently far or near

The love we hold between us two
Decades old and always new
Of which we always can be sure
Stays rich in faith, stays always pure

The lyric will itself be sung
Among the angels for the One