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Precious Worth
31 August 2006

Your eyes were beauty
in hands to touch,
heavenward in prayer

The soul, your softness
to escape from within
That lamp, the light of your heart
now this was where it all began

A day, a moment of sunshine
where sweetness and temptation meet
Each strand of your hair
a pattern, a thread of realism

Golden strands, the goodness to request
never let anyone know who you are not
Because you were more than string could tie
You were heaven, you were earth
and you are all of this precious worth


“Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of
God; For, behold, the Lord your Redeemer suffered
death in the flesh; wherefore he suffered the pain of all
men, that all men might repent and come unto him.”
Doctrine and Covenants 18: 10-11


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares