can you scent the earth on the wind, my son
new life on the warm spring air?
lay down your weapons of wrath, my son
seek healing, if you dare
—
can you see the stars in the sky, my son
the moon in the wine-dark night?
lay bare your heart with its scars, my son
let anger put to flight
—
do you see the tears on my face, my son
do you feel the lead in my breast
as i fear the news of your fall, my son?
dead now you lie with the rest
—
oh absalom, my precious one
betrayal hangs you high at dawn
my love for you was never gone
oh absalom, my son, my son
oh absalom, my son
~*~*~*~
“and the king was deeply moved and went up to the chamber over the gate and wept. and as he went, he said, ‘o my son absalom, my son, my son absalom! would i had died instead of you, o absalom, my son, my son!'” — 2 samuel 18:33
