Love, you are the most beautiful reality.I hold you eternally; the beauty of my soul.You are my precious secret dancing in harmony. My eyes see you clearly as the transforming in my heart.
Though, sometimes difficult, you are able to lift any pain.
You are what I strive to be. You are what I am. I cherish you more today than yesterday.
Dec 17, 2012
Grieve Not Alone
Now Hurt runs ramped, stampeding on the heartsick,
dragging frustration with the smack of a whip,
the pain never ceases or takes time to breathe,
less we leave if for other cares, another worry to bear,
more than our share from its brutal lair,
as the wounds solemnly open within,
may a loving Samaritan step in, lend a tender shoulder,
to be a firm boulder on shaky ground,
and the sound of harmony can bleed from every corner
of the globe, wear the white robes of snow some day.
O’ Hurt has run its course; may it be cut short,
when a people have trailed the road of grievance
to a better noon, night or evening,
may they see the rose retire,
may they feel the heart expire,