When Christ, Our Lord, reached out his sacred hand
to lift your chin, and look you in the eyes -
forgiveness flowed, and overflowed your heart.
So too, we two were mingled in that gaze.
Our hearts were joined, our thoughts commingled, too -
a love as pure and sweet as marigolds
swayed swimming in a sea of field-green wind -
yet shone their golden faces to the sun!
That, then, was how I knew that we were one.
That we were blest, as only fools can be.
And so, Dear Lord, we lift us up our love,
and dedicate our hearts, to beat in Thee.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.