Fence Line

Him- I see more clearly daily, Walking the fine boundries of tenderness carefully. Not touched by past ruins left in ashes, Still White as a Lamb, Spotless, Strolling the fence line. Darkness blanketing moments, Nevertheless, His Soul covered not by time spell sadness. Yesteryears, Crying out, "It's done, finished, nothing You can do now!" Never does He hear such talk, Proclaiming them to be no more. "I come now, to restore the best within." Angels glued eyes on Him, "Master! What do you call this?" Working on both sides, Fenced yard of needing, "Friendship, kindling hope." "Knowing this, Smiling Thoughts I still have for them." "To carry forth in one life I gave to live in love & joy."