Saturday, November 10, 2007
For Val.
Long ago my best friend wanted to know what my MSN nickname meant.
This then, is a poem, in part a prayer for her, in these times of confusion.
For Val.
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This then, is a poem, in part a prayer for her, in these times of confusion.
For Val.
That which touches the soul is nothing more than a fleeting emotion,
for that which the soul touches is unreal.
What we find of our hearts in the souls of our companions is compassion,
for the strength of the weak is peace.
When the light in the eyes of a spouse is darkened in death,
but the choice of regaining our strength is true,
Thus will the body and mind be healed by compassion,
And the soul shall then find solace.
For that which touches the soul is nothing more than a fleeting emotion,
that which the soul touches is unreal.
for that which the soul touches is unreal.
What we find of our hearts in the souls of our companions is compassion,
for the strength of the weak is peace.
When the light in the eyes of a spouse is darkened in death,
but the choice of regaining our strength is true,
Thus will the body and mind be healed by compassion,
And the soul shall then find solace.
For that which touches the soul is nothing more than a fleeting emotion,
that which the soul touches is unreal.
Amen.
