A Wooden Desk

A wooden desk against the wall
Its folding top now locked no more,
For the dreams it held within its drawers
Written in a girlish scrawl)
Were laid aside the day you died
Yet in the sharing my soul has cried.

Hidden secrets now shared with you
Silent yearnings 1 never knew.
Now sifting through your wistful dreams
My heart finds peace in what your dying means
Love and longing now fulfilled
Impossible yearnings now are stilled.

God has touched you with His hand
And taken you to the Promised Land
Where all your dreams have gathered fruit
Sweet, sweet dreams of tender youth.
© Helen Catherine Cramer
From book Tomorrow's Dawn
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