These days feel like a vast, empty space, a vast, empty place,
stretches out, stretches out across a never ending plain.
I look out and see the rain, the falling, falling rain.
Did I say, I’m lost? I’ve so completely gone lost!
Oh, no, no, no, everything is lost at such a high cost!
And everything is wrong, everything’s so awfully gone wrong!
All I feel is an ache that spreads and stays, that always stays!
Oh! Oh! Oh, the pain, it just won’t go away! It won’t go away.
I try whatever makes me feel sane, keeps me sane!
All there is, is a gnawing, aching pain, aching pain!
This agony grows wild like this lot of weeds I let win, I let win.
Nothing matters, so I drink myself full of vodka and gin,
drink my vodka and gin.
I loved you! Yes, I really loved you,
always was a sad question why. A sad question why.
Till the day I laid down and I did die! Yes! I laid down and died!
But I loved you! I loved you just the same, just the same!
This night, in Heaven’s orbiting sky, I found I am free. Yes! I am free!
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry for this gone me, this gone me!
I’m lying at Her feet! Yes! At He ever loving feet!
God! You saved me, for She knew my pain! Knew my pain!
She held me in Her sweet, sweet arms and saved me! She saved me.
Sent me back to you, back to you, sent me back to you!
There is Her light, a light amidst this dark night, this dark night
when everything’s gone wrong, gone so terribly wrong once again.
She helps me to my feet! On my feet, She props me up so I can walk.
I can see the people, the people smiling amidst the rising, the rising fog.
And I might end up with only an old, flea bitten dog, a mean, old dog.
But, I’ve known Her! And She knew me, In Her everlasting love!
Five Jewish artists, ages ranging from 5-64, are exhibiting at Dayton Memorial Library at Regis University in Denver.
Maryanne Quinn is a Boulder-based textile artist whose hand-felted paintings exploit a sense of childhood wonder.