What is innocent today, untarnished
I knew one nearly untouched
Except for the fastening hands of the Creator
I grieve and celebrate in the same peaceful thought
Perhaps you are where I long for
With my tender most precious one
Has he named you I wonder
Our Rohi left all unspoken
And your secrets safe
I am content to wait
You were not crafted for these pursuits
I knew one nearly untouched
Except for the fastening hands of the Creator
I grieve and celebrate in the same peaceful thought
Perhaps you are where I long for
With my tender most precious one
Has he named you I wonder
Our Rohi left all unspoken
And your secrets safe
I am content to wait
You were not crafted for these pursuits
Job 1:22
ReplyDeleteYou live up to the explication of your middle name over at right in "About Me". And I love the "Rohi" name-choice you've used in this poem. May He serve as "Rophe" for you, as well.
ReplyDeleteHe is my healer. Thank you Beau Jon.
ReplyDeleteYou are a wordsmith! Beautifully written revealing a beautiful heart. Love you!
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