No Mere Myth

‘Tis true, love is a madness
Yet not merely, tho’ entirely
And its abode a wrongful ill
Yet I, at home in love
Nonetheless


Original thought Credit:
William Shakespeare; “Love is merely a madness….”

Sorry Love

Redeemed I am by you
In ways I’ll come to know
‘tho I am beginning to suspect
It will look like a deepening of my faith
In God
In man

Be redeemed my friend
Within each Precious breath
‘tho you’ve long since crossed that blessed bridge
It feels good, does it not, and so we
Say sorry
No more

Loved

could I walk backward
I would walk backward
would I erase you
I could erase you
close my eyes
close my eyes

where are the words
here are the words
here is my love
where is your love
close my heart
close my heart

Certain of November

Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough

Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious

Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more