Your Presence
Sometimes...
I may not see you with my eyes,
your pretty, smiling face;
I watch you in my dreams.
I may not feel you with my arms,
your snug, loving embrace;
I hug you in my heart.
And sometimes...
I may not hear you with my ears,
your soft, sweet voice;
I listen with my soul.
I may not smell your pleasant aroma,
your familiar scent of choice;
I breathe-in your luminous aura.
Still, sometimes...
I may not sing out your harmonious name
a musical sound, serene;
I whisper to you in the breeze.
I may not have you here with me,
abiding in routine;
I live with the sense of your presence.
c. December 15, 2001
"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we do not see."
Hebrews 11:1
I may not see you with my eyes,
your pretty, smiling face;
I watch you in my dreams.
I may not feel you with my arms,
your snug, loving embrace;
I hug you in my heart.
And sometimes...
I may not hear you with my ears,
your soft, sweet voice;
I listen with my soul.
I may not smell your pleasant aroma,
your familiar scent of choice;
I breathe-in your luminous aura.
Still, sometimes...
I may not sing out your harmonious name
a musical sound, serene;
I whisper to you in the breeze.
I may not have you here with me,
abiding in routine;
I live with the sense of your presence.
c. December 15, 2001
"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we do not see."
Hebrews 11:1
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