Gleaming Love

a poem by Linda Bates Terrell, USA

His Gray whiskers so brisk
His forehead wrikle covered
Voice tune of a humble twisk
Endless rows grass clovered
Where valley meets the lake
He stands in all God's glories
His eyes like a brown snake
Full of hiss and old stories
He knelt by the waters edge
His garments plum and brown
I felt his vast knowledge
I in my wornout borrowed gown
His smile was steady and true
His arms firm and so bold
All surroundings as in a sprue
Only cruosity of one another told
He walked, I offered my hand
but, what words, I'd say unto him
His love etched, in my heart freehand
I sinced, on his mind-- a gentle whim
I gasped, I, his true love, or a fling
I cast to him my hand but hid my lips
I felt his eyes, my actions to sting
I found no need to be within apostleships
His eyes were quick, sensed my fear
I clung ot my heart, oh, I dare not sway
My message, that day, yes-- crystal clear
I felt, that soft warm summers day.
I tread in my thoughts, who was he?
Without a whisper he-- down on one knee.
His gleaming love, like the sun, felt on me.
He'd rescued me, ah yes, just me.

Linda Bates Terrell
Written © July 13, 2013

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