the senses know their way around
each lick of the fire
amid promises kept and promises met
Joy burgeons up silently
in the unexpected exchange
painting tomorrow
a faith filled picture
of such uncomplicated hope
for the soul
holds within its folds
an unbreakable compass
and it is in this very
idea that each our soul's
unique investment in the other
lays
ever safe and unharmed
by such flaws of this earthly plane
sO, fear not the wait
nay my love
it will happen
when
by GOD's own grace
happen it must
and not a moment sooner........
(written April 14,2006 6pm)