What to expect of Me?
Each moment, and for on and on, into infinity.
I’ll be a lantern in your darkest dreams.
Suddenly, it was like it was once before,
we knew each other to the core.
You’re the One who knows all things.
You are the One of everything.
This love I found
is so profound, never, in any world I imagined,
You, giving, so completely, Yourself.
You've sent me to a place I've never seen,
You’ve rescued me from the lean and mean.
What was missing?
Used to be,
life was like a rocky sea,
and I bled out every darkened dream.
Life was like a tableaux vivant,
in a static world so unvibrant.
Nothing on this Earth
was worth feeling.
My world was dark,
and sadly reeling.
The trees have just turned to green.
With birdsong, the air fills
with music, sweet cheree-cherees, and high pitched trills.
Deaf was I? Perhaps even blind.
The trees shake their sheath of leaves,
the flowers below
emptied dew into petal bowls.
The world opened up
for You knew me.
You encompass all
that’s been and waits to be.
You break my chains,
giving me a life that I can explain,
a life so sweet and soft.
Oft, I’ve seen this romance
in pairs of people on sidewalk walks, or lovers
entwined in a cosmic dance.
But I was just a tourist.
Because of You, You loving me,
I've stayed and grown a tall forest.
Sometimes, a distance,
do You seem, in a far off
trickle of a stream.
In the distant knock, knock
of the magnificent Log-cock.
You disappear into the air,
You leave this spatial plane,
to hear our prayers.
You’ll come back from the other side,
be an angel in disguise…
You came home from heaven
at quarter past seven,
on March eleven,
I etched the time on my papyrus mind.
My steps clip clop on a cobblestone crescent,
where we met as
husband and wife
in another life.
Sister and brother,
father and mother,
we are all friends forever.
You said, You’ll never be far,
even though, Your aspects are like distant stars.
You're in the laughter of the Red Throated Loon
under an orange Harvest Moon.
You're in the coyotes call
in the crispness of the Fall.
But for you, I would have never heard
a love song’s lyrics,
and cried over these words,
words I’ve never heard.
You've shown me a path
I must pass through,
there is nothing else I can do,
with the One, I must stay.
And I’m sure, we'll come to
meet another day.
The last surviving prosecutor of the Nuremberg trials, Ben Ferencz is a tiny, tenacious American hero.
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