When Summer’s veil is hooked on heaven’s thorn,
And bandaged evenings trespass into day,
Abandoned spirits have no place to mourn,
And I am here, and you are far away;
If I could only love you with my words,
Then let them fall from heaven like the rain,
Splashing on your face in gentle chords,
And in the morning we will meet again;
If I could love you like an open field,
Or wind-drawn ship that plows the wat’ry plain,
The thoughts of many hearts would be revealed,
And I could love you like the falling rain.
If I could love you with a metaphor…
But no one writes like Shakespeare anymore.
Jonathan Weinberg studied Literature at the University of Victoria, in British Columbia, and Rhetoric at the Catholic University of America, in Washington, DC. He and his wife Laura, and their children, live on a small acreage near Kansas City. He is a policy writer for the U.S. Treasury. He is the author of The Blessed Book of Beasts (Eastern Christian Publications).
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