Ceaseless Ache

On the wings of time,
Each hour has slipped away.
Often in the passing breath,
Your lips have moved to pray.

Strength has followed you along,
Your asking not in vain.
Because some guiding power,
Has helped to ease your pain.

Years will come, and fly away,
On him...you will abide.
Seeking for his spirit there,
To give you strength inside.

And at this time of season,
Of course...you will remember again.
The reason for your sorrow,
And how it might of been.

Unmindful of that ceaseless ache,
Of heart...and soul...and tear.
Just wipe that misty film away,
And see...her standing near.


E.P. 1908 - 1989