I followed Yours because it was so full of life,
so strong and resolute with every pulse.
Now it is silent. Mine is too.
I fixed mine upon Yours so that it might flower,
but now Yours has withered like grass.
Must hearts always fade?
Has Love’s river withdrawn its lifeblood?
Death has no impulse to replace it
so I will not rise again.
on Job 14:1-14