framed by some ancient sense
of what home was, or might become;
composed of all the kindnesses you've known:
the tender eyes of one,
the curved smile of another,
the flamboyant style of still another soul
whose affectionate acceptance
gave permission to be you --
this gentle spirit adores you still,
and comforts when the loneliness
grows too intense,
the thoughts too overwhelming,
when gifts all turn to curses
and losses grow too deep to bear.
Breathe deep, and breathe again
and know the pure clear gaze of love.
1 comment:
this is beautiful Diane..
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