Written by Timothy Jeffries Johnson
It
is not you.
You were never so clear
Though I, never so dull, so spent.
You were never so clear
Though I, never so dull, so spent.
It
is not you
Here, where you cannot be.
The hair isn’t right, the
Clothes, the incomprehensible,
Inexcusable radiance
At this moment, of all moments.
Here, where you cannot be.
The hair isn’t right, the
Clothes, the incomprehensible,
Inexcusable radiance
At this moment, of all moments.
You,
you have already left,
Where leaving was not foreseen;
You have left me, lost.
It is not you—who mocks grief and takes
My best, my only consolation.
Where leaving was not foreseen;
You have left me, lost.
It is not you—who mocks grief and takes
My best, my only consolation.
The
stance is different,
The words, impossible:
So much like your words
Your voice,
That voice which cut my heart—
The words, impossible:
So much like your words
Your voice,
That voice which cut my heart—
But
it cannot be you.
Seven
foes have feared you;
Only I remain, who
Know nothing but love
And would love you,
Will love you—
If it were only you.
Only I remain, who
Know nothing but love
And would love you,
Will love you—
If it were only you.
But
it cannot…
It ca—
It ca—
This poem was written by Timothy Jeffries Johnson, an
Orthodox poet in the United
Kingdom, on 2nd August 2009. It has been
published on Monachos.net for Pascha 2011 with the author's permission.
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