Oh you, in the stillness of vast flowing world
commanding in moment my senses to turn
to look and to listen to feel and to learn
my praise without question you've earned
much more than the twist in the scatter of words
or callous crude steps on the slightest of turn
Oh your craft is much more than this...
a blessing from God is thy gift.
it matters not slightly the curve of your face
the voice of your tongue
your fashion, your grace
these things do not count dear I say
for they do not capture thy day
Tis words formed in thought that transcended to keys
or eyes behind lens that reflect what soul sees
the reasons that bring me to call
to you they may seem rather small...
truth is they inspire us all.
Deo Volente
June 10, 2011
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