Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Fatherhood


Your fingers curl up tight to make a fist
Your lips purse up as to make a kiss
Your eyes so bright, joy is all they bring
Your presence would cause angels to sing

Thursday, March 03, 2011

...like a lamp In the darkness



If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,
When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,
I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,
Nor cry in terror - Sara Teasdale