The anchor is weighed now, we sail thus to spring

The clamor of autumn, of color, takes wing

She’s followed the snow geese, her leaves lie to fade

My heart lies among them, in sadness ‘tis stayed.

A mist lies upon me, I cannot now smile

Because of sad places, at hope’s ending mile

There steeped in bleak sorrow, where dwell hopeless fears

They cry in the darkness, but only God hears.

The man of sin bides there, unknown to the soul

Of innocent travelers, who shan’t now grow old

No more shall they live there in homes they loved well

As evil came sudden, aroaring and fell.

They’re taken in violence, their murderers smile

The man of sin bides there, but only a while

Take heart, all the children in God’s care abide

They’ll witness His judgement on their genocide.

The son of perdition, whose evil is known

Will beg Him for mercy but none will be shown.

With tears of torn mothers forever to weigh

A debt that will take him forever to pay.

The fires of hell ‘wait him, and all who supply

Arrows and swords and consent when they try

To dispel the memory of sin as their hell

Visited peasants and homes where they fell.

The anchor is weighed now, we sail where we will

And autumn’s upon us, we ‘wait winters chill

Come springtime their darkness shall change into light

He’ll welcome His children who fought the good fight.

                                                                                                MK  12/01/23