Past memories burn my day
Pondering ignites the tears
A black mark against white paint
Choices encompass my mind
The why’s sing their song
Help is my hearts cry
Can the God of Heaven heal me
Prostrate I scream my life’s blood
Light begins the war with the darkness
Peace begins its roots
A spark of hope comes alive
Future again has no more power
Moments are love letters to the soul
To live now is great,and to live later is to falter
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
They say that God lives very high;
But if you look above the pines
You cannot see our God; and why?
And if you dig down in the mines,
You never see Him in the gold,
Though from Him all that’s glory shines.
God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across His face,
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.
But still I feel that His embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place;
As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lids her kisses’ pressure,
Half waking me at night, and said,
“Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?”
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Will you still love me when I am not young and beautiful
When my face is a road map of my life
And my body creaks with the melody of dried wood in a fire
Will I still be your pretty girl
Will I still catch your eye in a crowded room
Love me through the grace of age
Please see the girl in the woman
And wisdom in the gray of silver
Never leave me nor forsake me
Will you still love me when...
Adoring you in the light
Your likeness is beauty
Your aroma is sweet
Your love warms my blood
My heart aches for you
Your voice is pure music to my ears
You overwhelm my senses
I cannot live without you
Never leave me, nor forsake me
Embrace my love with yours
Past,present,future I want to be with you forever
I love you, I love you, I love you
Jesus I love you
God was there for me when nobody else was.