I’ll take the kind entanglement of heartstrings caught on
sad good-byes
Where daylight drains its elements of laughter into sleepy
sighs
And oft, I, rendered speechless by the happiness of simple
things
Could never dare to spurn the payoff that the beauty of love
brings
I’ll take the tender torture of what is no more because it was
And I will double-dare the dark to draw thought-pictures on
its gauze
The laws of love are double-edged and I am often caught off
guard
At tug-of-heart by silvered-sedge or leaves strewn on dusk’s
still-life yard
But I’ll take the entanglement of heartstrings caught on
friendly, fond farewells
Humbled and honored by how life’s most simple things ring
glory-bells
And oft, I, quite inept at shaping thought into exacting
word
Must satisfy my gaping mouth to stutter this, ‘I thank You,
Lord'
© Janet Martin
Thoughts and prayers with those in Paris...
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!