Hidden by bricks
And shingles and stone
A glimpse of Heaven exists
We call it home
***
Beneath flesh and blood and bone
Is a work of priceless art
Where I keep my precious memories
In the gallery of my heart
***
Beneath the woman
And her pensive gaze
Is the girl and the passion
Of yester’s days
***
It flows forever
Mile upon mile
An ethereal river
Of love, in my smile
***
Hidden in whispers
And words unstrung
Are infinite glimmers
Of poems unsung
***
Beneath life’s heartache
Is a higher hand
Holding the reasons
We do not understand
***
Below the struggles and stumbles
Behind the tear in our eyes
Beneath life’s little troubles
Are the moments that make us wise
***
All you could see
as you walked away
Was the distance
keeping us apart
If you had looked twice
you would have noticed
In your hands you held
My heart
***
Hidden beneath our choices
And the action following thence
Is a single, sure-fire guarantee
Simply called consequence
***
Beneath downy pink and blue blankets
and tiny booties and diapers
and purest innocence
and laughter
and sorrow
is this...
...hope for tomorrow
***
Beneath downy pink and blue blankets
and tiny booties and diapers
and purest innocence
and laughter
and sorrow
is this...
...hope for tomorrow
Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!