Wednesday, June 20, 2007

WHAT TO SAY... IV...


WHAT TENDERNESS


We spent two days together, and the first
H
ad all the hallmarks of a hopeless rout:

A
las, I learned what wounds I’d caused as he

T
old me, and gently, just how short I fell.


T
hen, slowly I could overcome the worst,

E
ndure his tender blame, try not to shout,

N
ot to protest, not say he couldn’t see—

D
eaf to all sense I’d been, and dumb as well.

E
mbraced in spite of all, then, my heart burst;

R
edeemed in spite of all, I dropped all doubt.

N
o way those three short words
could rescue me,
E
xcept he echoed them, and broke the spell.

S
uch miracles, such grace, bind heart to heart:

S
ure in his love, I sail without a chart.
.

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