Four Pillars

For my best friend, partner, and spiritual support with love.

When you first pledged your love to me,
You offered me your hands and feet,
The good you have and good you are,
Four pillars I am grateful for.

The strength of character you show
Is more to me than earthly gold.
Whatever trials come our way,
You’re standing strong through night and day.

And peace is your foundation firm;
When I’m unsteady, you return.
You never falter, never stray,
But walk beside me all the way.

A hand of joy you seek to share,
And I find beauty everywhere.
When troubles come as troubles will,
My anxious heart you always fill.

Your hand of love is kind and true;
In gratitude I look to you.
O may I learn to give as much –
A word, a prayer, a tender touch.

For these four pillars, pure and sweet,
I thank you for your pledge to me.
Your strength and peace, your joy and love,
God sent to me from heav’n above.

In the Closet

A sport coat, corduroy and navy blue,
Suspended in his closet for that day,
With gray pants and a crisp white shirt, all new,
And dark pink tie – the man is unafraid.

Her dress, dark pink as well, now hangs in wait,
And small white boots lay in the box to rest.
A glass pearl necklace ready for the date,
The navy blue that complements him best.

Her petticoat, a circle white and wide,
Puffs out the picture of this groom and bride. ❤

—
My response to Lilian's "Come hang with me!" prompt at
dVerse.

Word of Song

In church we hear and share the Word,
And deep within our hearts, we sing!
We listen, stand and sit in turn;
In church we hear and share the Word,
Expectantly we wait as birds
Who after winter bless the spring.
In church we hear and share the Word,
And deep within our hearts, we sing!

—
A late-comer, this
Triolet
is for Jilly’s “Repetitive Forms” prompt at
dVerse
and shared for
OpenLinkNight #234.

The Truth about Wedding Planning

It’s not about the people
Who come to eat your food.
It’s not about the spectacle
And planning every move.

It’s not about the music,
The timing and the notes.
It’s not about the speeches
Or the words the preacher wrote.

It’s not about the dresses
Or the flowers in your hand.
It’s all about the love
Between this woman and this man.

And thinking for one moment
That your love is any less
Could make the perfect wedding,
But the marriage cannot last.

So plan your wedding carefully,
But know right where you stand,
For when the wedding’s done,
It’s just this woman and this man.

Heartbeat Dance

Quick quick quick! I’m quicker than you!
For sweet slow and steady are waltzing you through,
While gentle and easy keep making you do
Your diligent double-check dancing on cue.
With rhythmic precision unmatched as you move,
You quicken my quickening heartbeat for you!

—
A “quick” Quadrille in response to De’s prompt at
dVerse.
For Freddy, and the first thing I’ve written since moving a few weeks ago.

Our Bless-ed Friendship

What a bless-ed friendship
The Lord has given us!
Ev’ry day I thank Him
For this gift from above.

We have understanding,
And something we both know
Is that, whatever happens,
We will always have love.

The Lord has given some gifts
That one can see and hear.
But friendship is a gift, too,
That we should all hold dear.

Thus, when you’re feeling lonely
And think that no one cares,
Remember our great friendship:
It will always be there.

—
From my only creative writing class ever, a high school English class I enjoyed very much. Thank you, Mrs. L.

Gather Ye Rosebuds

You gather my ghosts and get my goat.
You yank my chain and rock my boat.
You push my buttons, steal my heart,
You burst my bubble, make your mark.
The best I never bargained for,
I’d sell the farm to just be yours.

—
A little sarcastic and very true Quadrille for
dVerse.
If you have ever been in love, you’re nodding your head right about now. 🙂