The Power of Love

27 Sep

His vibrant eyes
cut through the crisp
of a burned heart

A precision scalpel
revealing an organ
pulsating in the dark

Old skeletons
reflected in his purity
tremorring as they dance

Humble and transformed
the ancient bows
to the infant Son

Never again
shall we forget
the power of Love

 

— to my son, the love of my life

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