"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a Promontory were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee." - John Donne
Monday, May 31, 2010
You Are
God's hands, when you hold mine.
His fingers when you wipe away
The tears of our children.
God's feet, when you walk the road
Of a peacemaker, and when you stand
In the gap for the weak and the hurting.
God's voice, when you speak with patience
In the midst of a storm
Of frustration and fear.
God's heart, when you love me
And tell me again that you
Will never leave me while you have breath.
Through you, God reveals his love for me,
And for all those who know you.
I am blessed to be your wife,
And my prayer is to be half of what you are
Someday.
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11 comments:
Beautifully done.
Oh, the love we wish to have in all aspects!
Great Neha!
How touching your poem is...if only every person could experience this type of love. Beautiful words!
Very touching.
God is but love.
And love is but God.
Niceexpression.
Thankyou.
Simply Beautiful.
Gorgeous, Carina. Thank you.
God bless, Carina.. May god always be on your side.. loved it..
This is precious... can't wait to see my husband as a daddy someday, I think my love for him will be even more precious. Loved the pic too!
Divine.
Hi Carina, your poem touches
my heart, so beautiful and spiritual - just perfect for
Sunday and any day.
Your link is now up at poemflesh2.
Thank you!
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