Monday, 9 June 2014


It is your uniqueness
That I love; that confluence
Of goodness and grace, a blending
Of savours. There is no point
In analysis - knowing its chemicals
Does not enhance a meal - but let me
Relish what is distinctly

How does someone cope with
The heap of detritus, the jumble
Of a person? What will be retrieved
From the pile that is known as

I often repeat
“To know Him and the power
Of His resurrection” - yet I am aware
That this could be a mantra
With little moral effect. If I
Could know what is distinctly

(Posted for her birthday - though written years ago.)

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!