If I Miss . . .

If I miss the miracle

Of smile upon your face,

If I fail to recognize 

Your fingerprint and place,

Where will I be?  Where can we be?

When moments are esteemed,

For what they are: a present form.

We are, by love, redeemed.

Not Taken

Admonition, 

Not taken.

Advice with love, 

Not taken.

Soul's reflection,

Not taken.

Left to wonder

If parental

Advice ceases

Once the body

Leaves the home.

Thy Will Be Done

Depressed, suppressed,

Yet, smile emerges

Like a weed

In manicured lawn.

I don't belong.

I know this well.

But, I offer

Solace when

It's the hardest;

Comfort when

 I need rest.

Loving when

Most undeserved

Ask prayers.

Trusting God

To save my soul,

And, souls of others.

When all is said,

Your will be done.