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THIS IS MY DAY OF HARVEST...
BY FREDDIE LEE WRIGHT. Death Row, Alabama
This is my day of harvest, but in what
field have I planted my seed, and in what unremembered season???
This is the hour in which I lift up my lantern, but its the flame of your
love and passion that burn there within. These are things I say to you
in words, but there is much in my heart that remains unsaid.
For I cannot look into your eyes and speak my deeper secrets and desires, for it seems only for an noontide have you been within my twilight yet you have given me dreams to dream. Let not your eyes suffer hunger as mine does for your beauty, or for the waves of the sea that separate us now, or the years we have spent in each others midst to become just another memory. I feel your presence as we are walking among each other in love and spirit, and the light of your shadow is the sun light upon my teary face. Deeply is the shadow of my love and desires for you, but within the few moments of our shared twilight's so speechless is our love, and with veils has it been veiled!!!
Yet now it stands crying aloud to us, and would stand revealed before us, Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. There were others that entered into my twilight with their desires to entreat me, although speechless lies our love, I answered them not, I could only bend my head, as those who were near saw my tears as they were falling upon the shadows of your breast. I have always looked upon you with exceeding tenderness, because it was you who first sought and believed in me when the world turned its back on me. Long have I searched the distance for you in your uttermost beauty and passion.
Deep is my longing for the time of my twilight memories with you and the dwelling place of my greater desires, your love has binded me, and your desires for me have enfolded me. Now therefore disclose me to myself and I will Speak all that has been shown me of that which is between the birth of my love and its death. As a stillness fell upon my heart, I knew when love beckons we must follow it though the ways are sometimes hard and steep. When the wings unfold we must yield to love, though the sword hidden among its pinions may wound us. Love speak to us and we listen even though it sometimes shatter our dreams as the north wind lies waste to our hearts, even as love crowns us today, so shall it crucify us tomorrow.
All of this will love do to our hearts, so that we may know the secrets of our hearts and in that knowledge become a fragment of life's heart. We know that if in our fears we would only seek love's peace and joy, then its better for us to close our heart and cover its nakedness and pass out of love's press. We know not that we can direct the course of love, for we know it must find us worthy, and it directs our course.
Freddie Lee Wright, #Z 389
Holman 3700 Rm 8U7
Atmore AL 36503 3700
USA
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