Listening to every heart
In Response to Hoot_owl_rn's Challenge
[Posted 2 January 2000]
My Gift To You
In cradled repose, life is dear
when He holds my soul so near;
safe am I as is the world
when He holds His little girl.
For I am a miracle, indeed its true,
that I have his love, as have you;
it's just times the larger picture we see,
until you take a look at me.
Do I surprise you that I exist?
Born of his love, I am kissed
into existence, my life will unfold;
pray that I experience growing old.
And for me, do one precious thing,
keep in mind a golden ring,
for life will circle and enfold you close;
and may you rest in His repose.
11 January 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow