An Infinite Series

If Christ can love souls that are yet to be born, If He longs too for frail hearts whose rhythm's long past, Is it sin then for me too to miss what can't last, Does a woman not miss her long braids that get shorn? For who's not my brother, my sister in time? Still, if sin or not, God knows it's true, you're my bliss, Who my poem groked, held my hand, sweet lips did kiss! If words lose their meaning, my soul must be mime! If Love is a part of God, I'll see you there, For infinity's heart knows no way to restrain love at all, And the seasons of Love are just three; there's no Fall! All my rhymes (with His GRACE), stress we'll winter God's care! Brian Johnston 28th of August 2018