To All of My Absent Friends
Every third thought is of you:
Two days in the tomb,
And then a quiet, sweet, life blows warm over the waters.
You are my saddest, deepest, lightest love:
Yours has been the easiest yoke,
You who I barely knew.
What a joy for me, to be known by you at all.
We have a relationship (that cold modern term).
But, praise God, it died to live in us.
I know that you love me.
The proof is that I cannot see you.
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4 comments:
13 of your 15 posts have an exclamation in the title. Why not "Camp Weekend!" or "Of The Finest Vintage!"?
p.s. I love you too
Two gold stars for you Melissa! I will correct this post haste!
Much better!!!
Good poem.
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