Detained at The Gate
The day we met, you claimed your bride, / So certain, fearless, slightly wild; / I thought, “This man has lost his mind,” / And laughed at you – half shocked, half smiled. …
The day we met, you claimed your bride, / So certain, fearless, slightly wild; / I thought, “This man has lost his mind,” / And laughed at you – half shocked, half smiled. …
Heat pierces fair skin / Perspiration streaming down / Endless inferno / How one yearns to shop / Fingers fondling finery / New treasures to buy …
Her loved one is taken; her family gathers. / The Comforter enters as the grieving one prays. / Her poor heart is breaking; the Comforter lingers… …
Did you ever notice a rain cloud / At the moment before it breaks? / So distended with bloated fullness / The suffering it must take? …
Lightly touching fever’s brow / With a soothing mother’s touch / A solemn whispered prayer she gives / As to his little hand she’ll clutch …