Of Knees and Hugs

“I’ll come, but I won’t give any hugs because I have a cold.”
“Then I won’t look for one.”
Your response struck me as funny
Since I wasn’t in the habit of hugging you
My hugs were for the seniors for whom we sang.

After the meeting we talked more about hugs
And you told me what your Nanny used to say:
“Every family needs knee-slapping, knee-bending, and knee-bowing.”
Laughter. Discipline. Prayer.
“Your Nanny was a wise lady.”
Who could have guessed the best of all friendships
Would be sparked by talk of knees and hugs?


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My tam
On the bar
I rest content
Happy anywhere
Because you are there
For I know that
Where you are
I am


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Trianglet = a decastich in 1 stanza with syllabic length: 1-2-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-1
Rhyme scheme: AbcxddxcbA
The first and last lines are identical.


Four Hours

How ever did we manage
To text for four hours
While avoiding the one thing
We most wanted to say?
This exercise of ours has a purpose:
In learning to wait,
I’ve come to know you well,
And you know me.
For four hours we talked
About God, health, work, and weather…
And all we heard was
“I love you.”


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Hallowed Reunion

Eagerly he came to her as soon as she arrived.
A knock.
An open door.
And two pairs of longing eyes at once grew misty.
The warmth in their long embrace
Erased both winter winds and
The months and miles of separation.

Arm in arm they sat
And talked freely of their past, present,
And future….
When words were spent,
Four wandering hands turned up the heat—
But only so far.
Such passion never met with such restraint!
For the time had not yet come to let the fire burn hot.
Their friendship still needs time to grow
Apart from passion’s glow.
Would anyone believe the scene,
If perchance they could have seen
These two dear friends so much in love
Yet willing to defer their pleasure
To please their loving Father?

“Some things are more important than the moment we are living in.”
Life has taught these unwed soul mates
How to love
And how to wait….
Waiting is the hallmark of their friendship.

“There is a fire.
Let’s be careful not to let it burn too bright.”
With one more hug he quickly said good night.

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Will You Still Want Me

You are loved with an everlasting love…
And so am I.

The waiting is vital,
We both get that—
But how long?
How long must we wait?

Will you still want me
When the sun has burned away the dew of our youth,
When care has plowed his furrows in our brows,
When my azure diamonds have lost their sparkle,
And the heat has cooled in your garnet jewels,
Will you still want me?

When our friendship has endured the years,
Will we decide that friendship is enough?
Or will we at last be ready to embark
Upon that mysterious journey
And plummet the depths of a love born in maturity,
Ready to accept with equal grace
Both pleasure and disappointment?
Only time will tell.

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On the Goodness of God

I have felt pain—
Pain that brought tears to the eyes
Pain so severe
That had it lasted longer than an instant
Unconsciousness mercifully would have delivered me.

I have known pain—
Pain that came day after day
Pain so heavy
That the weight of it forced a slowness to my step
And caused the simplest of tasks to seem impossible.

But I have a great God—
God heard the prayers on my behalf
And chose to answer by taking my pain clean away
He healed all my infirmities, but what is more—
He forgave me all my sins!

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