A Cheerful Heart [a poem]
By Bernard Demaere | Featured Contributor
A cheerful heart does well to me
A cheerful heart will keep me strong
A cheerful heart will keep me long
A cheerful heart will keep a song
A cheerful heart does well to me
Awakening.
A mare among king’s chariots,
a lily amidst the thorns,
She is a dove hidden in cleft of rocks
sheltered from the morn.
But cast one glance upon her eyes,
and spice flows forth with wakened winds.
Come my love, to my field, he says,
Rise up and come within.
Lifted are plaits of ornaments
that shielded scars beneath.
Rent is the veil that guarded her
from vulnerabilities unsheathed.
She is a cluster of henna flowers
denuded by the Foehn,
A hearth dimmed, its fire quenched,
within which embers now burn.
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Infatuation.
Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
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The Orphanage.
Cuddle time with Gabriel at his home in
Quillacollo, Bolivia.
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“…Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them,
for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”
-Matthew 19:14
Yours.
Your
love,
fragrant as ointment
poured forth,
awakens
me.
I run to you.
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“Draw me, we will run after thee.”
-Song of Songs 1:4
