In all the days I've come to see
the irony fails me not
expectations as in life, joy tempered in my sense
A few moments early, oh so wise, approach I surely saw
From all directions, my eyes were blind, deceived as not before
A silhouette of pure enchantment, a look that made me melt,
I had the words but not my own, my gift I now have found.
A beauty far too fine for me as charlatans do know
Yet O' so real and more that which cometh from above
My God, my gift, delivered me
A grace not known my soul
She stole it all with smile divine, this true thief of my heart.
My soul she moved, my body quivered at just a simple touch. I know not words, emotions sublime, intrinsic inwardness...
My God, My love, delivered me the good thief nonetheless.
Conceptions of thy Hope and Spirit were so tenderfoot
For I alone could not perceive what He who Is can give.
Thy depths of Grace is unbeknownst when lacking in true faith. Learnt knowledge reveals I grow quite slow
but o the humanness...
We all are blessed with what we need if just unguard thy sense!
An Ode to Ingrid...