Strong arms

Fatherless,

young brilliant doctor,

just longing, dreaming of hugs.

Hoping,

her hear tuned for blessing.

Knowing-

her anguish so brutal,

no whisper this side of the grave.

 

Weeping,

a child’s heart breaking.

Teardrops that gently heal wounds.

Settling,

inside this father’s embrace.

Guarding,

life- although rugged

can still be braved.

 

Tear stained,

brilliant eyes seeking contact.

Gentleness, the very kiss of love.

Comfort,

so entangled with heart song;

still feeling,

these strong arms of love

giving promise today.

 

Two souls now joined in amaze!

 

Joy,

does come in the mourning

when mercy’s gift embraces raw pain.

Life,

flows out to delight me,

blessing each heart to sing praise.

Resting,

a dear heart, free and so brave!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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