Margaret Magnus

At a watering hole
I lift the cup to me
And I do drink

Oh, God, for a voice
And Memory to fulfill it by
Else a thoughtless word
Gather speed
And run my race

I stand hard by

Through a long night
We sing songs
Imperfectly
But we do sing them
We do sing

I lift the cup to me
And I do drink

(Written in 1995)