Sunday, November 17, 2013


“The depth and breadth and height” she wrote.
How, I wonder, she fathomed
a love as deep as that one
and timeless as any Truth.

Beyond that league is this love, I know
and sound it daily to be sure.
Does it shrink? Is it constant? No.

It grows with every day
and soundings affirm
it strains the bounds
of my paltry soul
and swells to bursting.

I welcome the break
to release this grace to you
and let it flow like a river
and wash over as the tides
endless, timeless, beyond measure.
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