my love for my love (month 11)

what manner, what mode shall my love for you take?
shall it be tall as the mountains, high above the seas?
shall it be steady as the streams, flowing through the trees?
what passion, what need shall my love for you wake?
shall it be fierce as the grizzly’s, departing his cave?
shall it be full as the geese, flying wind, like wave?
what virtue, what fruit shall my love for you make?
shall it be shielding as the mum, protecting her children?
shall it be smart as the beaver, relentlessly building?
what manner, what mode shall my love for you take?
it shall be true as the sunrise, warmth given all days.
it shall be firm as the earth, unmoved by life’s ways.


[as much as i wish, this is not my love all the time. turn to Him when i fail. turn to Him before i fail. i'm still being worked on.]

an english (or shakespearian) sonnet for hl

i just can’t wrap my head around the fact
you’re leaving. gone. for bad. for 1 whole year.
for months i’ll think of what this goodbye lacked
i’ll want it back―i’ll want you back, my dear
there’s never time, nor strength. for all my words
so hug, hug tight, hug long, and talk in ’10
till then it’s skype, and everything’s the LORD’s
to Him i dedicate my pad and pen
since He directs this 12-month play on stage
and we, in love, must still obey His Word
which we must trust before He’ll turn the page
to show it’s not just “us” we love the LORD.
the steps that bring us here are difficult,
but heidi, precious, trust. our love will float.