I planted seeds within the winter frost,
And doubted if the spring would ever bloom.
I counted all the years that I had lost,
In shadows of a solitary room.
But then you came like rain upon the dust,
A gentle stirring in the frozen clay;
You taught my hardened heart the way to trust,
And turned the bitter grey to brightest day.
Now lilies grow where once the briars stood,
And every vine is heavy with the fruit;
I see at last that every path was good,
That led me to this deep and tangled root.
The garden thrives beneath your watchful eye,
Beneath the vast and ever-blooming sky.
The Midnight Watch
When sleep is elusive and the world is dark,
And all my heavy doubts begin to rise,
I listen for the faint and steady spark,
Of breathing that within the silence lies.
Your hand is warm against the cooling sheet,
A tether to the earth when I would drift;
The darkness feels a little more complete,
Because of you, the night’s most holy gift.
I do not need the moon to find my way,
Or stars to chart the path across the floor;
I wait in peace for the approach of day,
Secure behind our bolted, quiet door.
The ghosts of worry vanish in the air,
For in the dark, I know that you are there.
The Shared Silence
We do not need the rush of clever speech,
Or heavy words to prove what we have known.
For there are depths that language cannot reach,
Where seeds of silent understanding groan.
It’s in the way you pass the morning bread,
Or how our shadows lean against the wall;
A thousand things are felt, if never said,
In every rise and every sudden fall.
Let others fill the air with hollow sound,
And chase the echoes of a passing name;
We’ve found a truth more quiet and profound,
A steady glow that doesn’t need a flame.
For when our hands are locked and spirits free,
Your silence is the sweetest song to me.
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