Thursday, December 17, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 58




May I hold you so gently
With loving care?
I’ll not disturb
The morning dew
On your gentle petals
That so fill the air
With a heavenly fragrance;
And yes, I sense love
Is your reason for being:
’Tis God who is present;
’Tis He that I’m seeing.
— Garry D. Kilbourn