Saturday, January 21, 2017

The drive, to rescue, a soul.

Many years ago, it was, the drive.
Planned not was it.
Who would have planned, this drive.

He luv'd the boy.
Had since their youth.

He was the son, he might never have.

How does one walk, into a court room.
To send one, where, the boy is now.
This then, the van, was purchased.
Then loaded, was it, not, now ...
Then off, to rescue, the boy.

Others, were, their not, in the van too.
The parents who raised him, as their own.
I would not, after, this drive be permitted, to visit, him.

Then in the van, I would sit,my wife and I, waiting ...

Hoping, the boy, would feel our luv, through the razor wire.

This crime was horrible, but he was not the crime.

To separate the boy, from the crime, this was his goal.

Years later, the crime, is not remembered.
Forgiveness and healing have come, to them, all.

Friday, January 20, 2017

This then to be grateful.

How many times,
had he returned.

Alone.

Was he alone,
in crowds?

This three days,
this then, no more ...

Alone.

The dishes, she cleaned,
the table, she set,
the dinner, she served.

This, the one,
who gave him life.
had ceased to do,
long ago,

This three days,
she had come,
to change, his life.

Then to be grateful,
must he, 
then be.

This, then,
to show,
gratitude, and luv.

To return, to luv, and youth.

Luv is so sweet,

When taken, this choice.

To choose to luv,

T'is it  a gift, from diety.

Tougher, then, this choice,

A return, then, to joy.

The sweetness can come,
... after years of bitter sorrow.

Earned thus it is.

Like vinegar, that reduces, to wine.

This reversal to youth ...

like young luv, it returns.

The bitterness, long forgotten. .

It, the act of a two part ...

Forgiveness,

...

Thus returns, to youth, and joy ...

tobe, then, to the,

... "I Am" ...