Peace calls to me.
In long branches it pulls me near.
Time cuts its leaves and peace
shrivels-up and fades.
Joy asks for me.
In singing voice it calls my name.
Time steals sound and joy,
silent, drowns in pain.
Health moves in me.
In swaying motion whispers strength.
Time then corrupts and health,
broken, goes away.
Life beckons me.
In rhythmic dance it draws me in.
Time interrupts and life,
frozen still, is dead.
LOVE touches me.
With velvet cloth it holds my hand.
Time burns through, but LOVE
hardens and withstands.
Poem 20: At last
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I look up to you and greet you
You make me
Me because you encourage
Me because you love
Me because you have given of
Your life
My standards are set high by you
You give me peace
You make me satisfied
You challenge my every move
Because of you
My life has been made new
Why would there be wonder
By you or another that I
Would desire to spend time
With you