inside my shoe
a tiny rock
aged mineral lump
is this your last act
(to distract me)
once a mighty stone
formed in the crucible
beaten down by your creator
mother earth
just there by my side
in my bed
a partner
fully grown woman
is this your life's work
(to complete me)
once a tiny speck
formed in the womb
nurtured by your creator
mama
just there facing out
at the door
my child
barely grown up
is this your destiny
(to leave me)
once a twinkle
formed in love
nurtured by your creators
us
we rejoice in your honor
one purpose fulfilled
with beauty and grace
one purpose fulfilled
with beauty and grace
3 comments:
Thoughts of beauty and substance, with due reverence for the Creative Being. I like it!
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Always enjoy reading your poems!
Beautiful.
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