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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Also shared at dVerse Poet’s Pub ~ Open Link Night


S. D. Gordon, in his Quiet Talks on Prayer, describes waiting. It means:

Steadfastness, that is, holding on;
patience, that is, holding back;
expectancy, that is, holding the face up;
obedience, that is, holding one’s self in readiness to go or do;
listening, that is, holding quiet and still so as to hear.

How long, Lord, must I wait?
Never mind, child. Trust Me.

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Mind the Gap

© 2018 Lynn Abbott Last autumn, I celebrated the miracle of life. No, I’m not talking about a tribute to the Right-to-Life Movement, or even about the birth of a child. I celebrated my ongoing existence. . . You see, it’s a miracle that after 32 years, my husband and I haven’t murdered one another. […]

via Mind the Gap — Through Ink & Image

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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