The Wonder of It

Is there any wonder

That a woman like me, or a man like you,

Would want to pen the words of a poem,

Or stroke the pigment of a portrait,

Or glide graceful to the triune beat of the waltz,

If on a regular weekday, timecards punched and dinner waiting,

A woman like me, or a man like you,

Could walk out the door,

Look up,

And find Heaven hovering over her backyard?

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Amber on February 15, 2011 at 1:03 am

Great poem
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Brock S. Henning on February 13, 2011 at 5:29 pm

Love the poem, Charity. (And the pictures!) The tie-in to the 3-count waltz is very cool. 🙂
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Jennifer @ Getting Down With Jesus on February 13, 2011 at 3:25 am

“Triune beat of the waltz.”

This makes me smile, and the next time I hear a waltz, I’ll be thinking of Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

What a sweet gift you’ve given.
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