Change Not

Were tears to rise

instead of fall

to paint the day

with rainbows small,

if suffering 

did sooth and heal

the heart once whole

from love’s repeal,

if prayer was answered,

if pleas be heard,

if wind carried hope

on the wing of a bird,

if the sun went cold 

in eternal night,

if the moon burned hot 

in lonely light, 

if all this and more 

were true,

change not

my love for you.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   

November 2013