In a summer of lastingness, long ago,
what you had in store for me my love,
I could've never known.
Through the depth and channels
of the heart, you have shown me
life begins, where the loving starts.
Like an unfolded rose growing in the
morning's misty dew, you feed me
and then sheltered me as I grew.
If I stood before you today my love
you would see a full rose in bloom,
not at all hindered by gloom.
A strong stem, no regrets, no sorrow.
Only togetherness with you, full of
brighter tomorrows.
Thank you for all you planted in the
garden of my hardened soil.
A summer of lastingness has forever
brought tenderness instead of toil.
Categories:
lastingness, cancer, caregiving, deep, garden,
Form: Rhyme
A time I could not make of this -
the acted seized to underrate
a placement handled too sedate,
and equalized in function's trim.
And so thy eyes before this vim,
this mind control, cannot set in
to understanding's true chagrin,
I pray for restitution's win.
The solitude, that truth compels
from God alone, as if a spell
of lastingness - no fear, expels
to wantonness, some seeming hell -
Is driven from a core of knell,
that trust in Him, a forehand's well -
reality itself - the cell,
does bind not - but enforces tell!
Categories:
lastingness, love,
Form: Rhyme