The love they give is soft and mild.
It is Just Love and nothing more,
They break the walls and open all doors.
The feel of them against Your heart,
Is one that gives life a start.
It fills the emptiness and sorrow,
Gives a view to a new tomorrow.
That feeling and longing are from deep within,
My soul and heart so desire that to begin.
But in reality it can never be,
There is no new life within me.
For God has deemed that this is not my gift to receive,
It will not ever be, so not to deceive,
Except that decision and allow it , For He Knew best,
It is time for me to put that dream to rest.
I cry often at this knowledge, but I have no voice,
This is His calling, I have no choice.
I will carry on within life, the sadness hidden within,
Direction is His calling for me and I will again begin.
Though a child is Not in my future it seems,
I have no understanding, but His wisdom will beam.
It is odd How life turns us in different paths, different ways,
And in the end we can reflect back, as we review the days.
For I can not foresee the future, the changes, His Needs,
It will have nothing to do with being good or my Deeds.
It will be the excepting as He sees fit for my living,
Perhaps someday I will understand, see What He had been Giving.
chyral inman sept,2005