Knowing
Even as trees feel some pensive mattering
from when all motion seems as sensitivity
a faith, I found from holding onto nothing
but to thy honor ~ patience rail, proclivity!
The dust around us swirls, convex in hiding
our true affair with it, constraint abiding,
for in God's care two souls emerge confiding,
as when creation formed its bonded siding.
Seizing rain, two entities residing
in love's true finding, far from shallow breakers riding!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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