Akin to the stately
oaks that mark their age by rings of growth,
As the roots of
friendship sink deeper into the soil of love,
Its branches reach
further upward to embrace the heavens.
Love can be as clear as
the noon-time sun,
Yet mysterious as the midnight darkness.
Love gives meaning to
life, yet always searches deeper,
Fulfilling, yet yearning
- both a comfort and an ache -
A portal to the inner
life of God,
Healing the soul in its
blessed embrace.
James K. Bogert
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