Sometimes we struggle to return in kind.
Beyond luminous of mere human words;
Especially if words are all a heart can gift?
Wisdom says no, so speak from the heart
If then- a picture paints a thousand words
You’re God’s colorful painting in progress
And I’ve been blessed to watch come alive
You’ve filled my heart and soul with libraries
Of our smiles, thrills, and unending stories
Made each of my stumbling less humiliating
Watched my full fallibility fall as teardrops
Wiped and wept with my outpouring pain
None of which my soul could ever…forget
Poet of the Light © 2021