Sunday, June 5, 2011


I doubt that I shall ever write

a poem that shows the full delight

of ones so fair and so very full of life

but try I must the humble muse in me

put in words what is near heavenly

for only in my dreams and welcome fantasy

am I permitted to barely grasp the hidden reality

of the Creator’s delight with awesome She

made by He for unworthy fools like me

some may win love and some may lose

some men seem to have whom they choose

but all men who feel her touch are winners

able to share a measure of life’s ongoing adventure

with the Creator’s most perfect and joyful creature