Always Yours

Inspiration comes from those you love, and nobody is loved more than my wife.
For Dianne.

What have I

left to offer?

All you have of me

is everything I’ve

given.

My heart became yours

when we kissed.

My body I shared

when we said ‘I do’

Our minds, though independant,

meld together to form one,

yet stay apart enough,

providing challenges.

What have I

left to offer?

It seems very

limited. You have

it all.

Stop! Think!

You don’t have it all,

for my love grows

stronger each day.

I freely give

my ever growing heart;

it’s yours.

My body,

though growing older,

finds new ways to

encompass you

with love.

My mind is open,

learning more,

striving to be one

with you.

My one true love

I’m yours.

Always.

Forever.

Breathe

Breathe.

Warm caress against your skin,

tendrils of love embrace you.

Playful whispers and

whimsical sighs take us

on a journey of

love.

A breath of passion

enriches our lives

as we breathe in unison,

keeping cadence with the sounds

of nature.

We are surrounded by life,

by love,

by desire...

our flame adds to summer's

heat.

Relax, my love.

I will encircle you with

a rapture which takes your breath away.

Remember, my love...

exhale. Let stress and pain

emit from your body as my adoration

holds you.

Recline in the arms of

my devotion

and remember to

breathe.

Hero

Vows were made

so many years ago.

Love was strong,

our candle burned bright

the glow of its light

illumined our path.

Time moved forward

along pathways we walked.

Together,

hand in hand,

learning, loving.

I've watched you grow,

blossom.

As a woman, a wife.

A mother.

My best friend.

Amazement fills my thoughts,

through it all

you smile, even amidst tears,

or while pain racked your body...

Your beautiful body

glowing with passion, yet

scarred with sickness...

Love blinds us to

what we don't see,

our eyes are opened

to normal.

Our normal.

You keep us all strong

even when weakness

hugs you in an

unwanted embrace.

My love is

bigger

deeper

higher

than it ever was.

For you are

my helpmeet

my passion

our rock.

My hero.

An End to Goodbyes

Never do we think

goodbye will ever

happen. Our little

corner of Paradise

is you, me...ours.

Never will we understand

decisions of evil which

wrest farewell from our tears.

Nothing makes sense, an empty place

in our hearts created by...

What?

Cheap thrills?

At what cost?

A motivation not to be grasped,

but only questions.

And unimaginable sorrow.

Comfort in our Saviour

seems hard to grasp,

yet He bears our burden.

Goodbye should never happen

in such a terrible manner.

Hope should never fade

under profound sadness.

God called Tim home,

he arrived safe

in the arms of Jesus.

A family mourns, broken

a community comes together,

a world groans,

we sleep under a prayer

that He will come.

And finally, there will be

an end

to goodbyes.

Dedicated to the family and friends of Tim Bosma.

Hello Old Friend

I wrote this quite some time ago, and read it aloud to the Grade 10 and 11 McNally English students. 

It  is written in the voice of another. It is not someone I know personally, but I'm sure he or she exists. The message remains the same.

Hello again old friend

it has been far too long

since I thought of the days

when I did you wrong.

I really hurt you

in my younger days.

Teasing you, it seemed

was the latest craze.

Nobody saw your pain

but we laughed at your tears

and I was the worst of them

always leading our peers

to the place you were hiding

only to drag you out

kicking and screaming.

Yes, old friend it's me

and I've come in shame.

For today it is my lot

to be struck with

my own mortality.

It's not long I have left

to find my old acquaintances.

I need to make amends

for the many evils I've wrought.

My last wish is that my words

of remorse will strike a chord

and the music of your forgiveness

will be the lullaby that soothes me

to my final sleep.