| The Gift of Bliss ... First-class, an ocean's opulent alms, A God-given gift for a wide awake dream ~ Yet, a thousand words could never calm, The energy birthed from this reticent scene. Vast are the arms that encompass a sea, While they urge restless waves to greet the shore. Yet vaster still a real smile, duty-free, and a woman's arms, spread to meet a boy. Innocent eagerness feeds his young limbs, as he rushes forth to participate. In seconds, a memory of future hymns in an equal exchange of give and take ... Assured that true love must resemble this - Who wouldn't run with a child-like bliss? Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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