April 10, 2013
When hope has turned her lovely gaze
t’ward soft’ning night and bright’ning days,
then eye of light upon me stays,
revealing what love lifted.
* * *
Like still night air we find our voice,
intoned and waiting to rejoice
where darkness once denied this choice;
we find what love has sifted.
* * *
As hands, rejoined, now find their place
to touch a lover’s loving face
returned in heaven’s sweet embrace,
to learn how God has gifted.
* * *
Hope has promised paradise.
Promised grace, new love enticed.
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I love this, Robert. I have not seen your other two, but this is really beautiful. Amazing, in my opinion. What a rich work of poetry. Thank you for writing it and sharing. It’s a lovely way to end my day.
Brenda, how kind of you to say. I’m always pleased (obviously) whenever someone is touched by anything I write or compose. Thanks so much.
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For my amazing wife. A woman taylor made to deal with the likes of me! Thank you, God.
Beautiful and a loving tribute to your wife.
Thank you, Penny-Anne. I appreciate it.