Every day,
when I am reminded of your gentle eyes
and warm hands,
I make a small paradise for you
here in my heart.
Walk through my open door dearly beloved;
step into my arms and join me in the Holy Dance.
Every day
that we fly our carpet over the heartbeat of the Earth,
searching for answers to old pain,
healing each other's wounds,
I am drawn to you like
the humming bird to the first flower of spring,
sipping the sweet nectar
that is our friendship.
There are not enough
words,
music,
nor holy places
to tell you the full Joy I feel in your presence.
Yet, the mystery of our friendship
must not be constrained
by the content of some exalted verse,
bottled as a rare perfume,
nor knotted into some colorful ancient Tapestry
just because my poem might want it so.
No, we are blessed, you and I,
that God
has put limits on my speech
so I cannot bind up
that which should be boundless.
by Tom Snell
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