In Front Of Him by Elizabetta

Sitting,
soaking in
basking, bathing
in the soft simplicity
rays hit
penetrate my calloused skin
rock the very cartilage
of my brittle bones
Yet no difference do I see
nor even feel
a tepid calm maybe
but nothing of
a raging fire
consumed, naught
not yet
but in faith
I wait.

Martin Vann (67.75.181.27) -- Friday, March 21 2003, 11:44 pm

The warmth of life & love can reach and "touch" you.
Sometimes, Elizabetta, faith is all we have, for "we" have in some cases, turned down, all other options. Why, do we turn away, from the love we need, the warmth, we desire to feel? Perhaps, we feel ourselves, to be lacking or in some other ways infirm. This I pledge to you, Elizabetta, I want nothing more for you,than that you "feel," how you make, my heart feel. You are warm, ask nothing of anyone, yet in you heart, you keep love sealed, a treasure that you only share with yourself.

You touch my heart, not with pity for where you think you have failed, but you touch me, because you let me feel the warmth of love, though so far away, lost in your words, you continue to hide, and protect yourself.

I love your words!
Martin

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