I wish you Love

The winter winds blow cold,

the soft June breeze is far away:

much time has come and gone.

Today, as Christmas eve approaches,

have I sought and found the courage

to read once more--I could not before now--

the last words that you wrote to me:

they were so strange.

From some hidden, dark recess within you

they came forth--as a draught

laced with anger and reproach,

the likes of which, 'til then,

I had not knowledge or taste:

nor braced myself

against that which I did not foresee--

a drink to lay waste to love.

No sooner had I sipped, its bitterness

sent a chill through my veins.

The blade of your words cut deeply,

the scar remains.

Yet, in the season of our Hope,
when our God comes as a little Child,

our King brings peace to those

whose will is good and mild. And so

I wish you everything He wants for you.

Though it is true that I do not understand

I forgive, dear friend I never knew.

And I wish you Love.