It is a thing most forbidding

It is a thing most forbidding

The days of happiness
Haunted by sorrow like the shadow of the son of man
To forget all things bad and good

The mind revolves in an odyssey

Once was,

A sigh,

A love so warm, a presence so assuring

Cruel that one He sends

Some wait for him, for they can not bear

Yet still he comes to steal even at an hour so sweet

When there is so much to do

So much to tell

In a moment all that remain is the memory

And the wrath hath like a woman wronged

To forget all things good and bad

Indeed thy faith is shaken

Can it hold?

We are humans and we see not from above

Left to our devices we are assured doom

We turn and look

A cruel and kind master

What of Him?

He gives and takes

It is choice…

To forget all things good and bad

Faith

That a greater cause is served by this cruelty

A man shall forever turn wildly in his heart

Have it spoilt for those around him

If he not loose his mind

Least he try to put reason to it

To forget all things good and bad

Man cannot conquer the heavens

Yet he grows restless

The only thing he can be sure of now

Is not knowing why

And the faith that it is for a greater cause until all is revealed

What device else?

Pray thee son of man; let it not enter your heart

To forget all things good and bad.

Fiddes of Lochinvar To one held affectionately