These ones I love
Oasis of Love.
I stand here at your final resting place,
tears streaming as I crave the comfort of your arms.
You who were my shelter in the storm
of childhood; my oasis of love.
Now here you lie beneath the flowers
that you loved so very much.
Your smile hides from me, but this much
I know: You will have an honored place
within my heart, and the sweet flowers
that grow there; I will gather in my arms
scattering to the wind, the essence of your love.
Then all children will have a safe place in the storm.
For so many face and have faced this storm
of childhood, and it would lift them so much
to see the hue- and smell the scent-of your love.
On this earth, there was no more comforting place
then within the loving embrace of your arms.
Beneath the fall-out of your love, will bloom bright flowers.
Everyday I will tend to these flowers,
so that they will not be battered by the storm.
Carefully, I will place their petals in the arms
of those children who need them so much.
And then they, too, will create a special place
in their hearts for the comfort that is your love.
What is there in life for us without love?
I will scatter the seeds of your flowers
so that they will sprout in every place
where children live within the storm.
Then perhaps their lives will not shatter as much
and they, too, will dream of resting in your arms.
The little ones seek your comforting arms,
and the calm of your unconditional love.
They will be brave and will attempt much,
because your love grows strong flowers
and provides shelter from the storm.
When the time is right, the children will find their place.
From your arms come beautiful flowers
that abide in your love, away from the storm,
and give much peace in this unsettled place.
Copyright © by Michelle
9/2/05
Style: Sestina
tears streaming as I crave the comfort of your arms.
You who were my shelter in the storm
of childhood; my oasis of love.
Now here you lie beneath the flowers
that you loved so very much.
Your smile hides from me, but this much
I know: You will have an honored place
within my heart, and the sweet flowers
that grow there; I will gather in my arms
scattering to the wind, the essence of your love.
Then all children will have a safe place in the storm.
For so many face and have faced this storm
of childhood, and it would lift them so much
to see the hue- and smell the scent-of your love.
On this earth, there was no more comforting place
then within the loving embrace of your arms.
Beneath the fall-out of your love, will bloom bright flowers.
Everyday I will tend to these flowers,
so that they will not be battered by the storm.
Carefully, I will place their petals in the arms
of those children who need them so much.
And then they, too, will create a special place
in their hearts for the comfort that is your love.
What is there in life for us without love?
I will scatter the seeds of your flowers
so that they will sprout in every place
where children live within the storm.
Then perhaps their lives will not shatter as much
and they, too, will dream of resting in your arms.
The little ones seek your comforting arms,
and the calm of your unconditional love.
They will be brave and will attempt much,
because your love grows strong flowers
and provides shelter from the storm.
When the time is right, the children will find their place.
From your arms come beautiful flowers
that abide in your love, away from the storm,
and give much peace in this unsettled place.
Copyright © by Michelle
9/2/05
Style: Sestina