Between Two Moons Poem by Doris Cornago

Between Two Moons

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A man so complete he makes me whole
He does not know that when he comes
Sunlight filters through my window
And I am so happy just to be looking...

Wondering when this fascination will end
Like a river flowing without a trace
Where it has been, or where going
The music goes on and on flawlessly...

Like summer wind that sways through trees
And goes on to visit grasses or water
That filters from mountain tops to
Valleys, gullies, little streams...

Smiles and small talks, a lingering look
That nourishes my heart from day to day
Make music everywhere you go or stay
I will never be the one to block your way...

Now the music still lingers slithering
Like your SSSS in the memory of yesterday
You have gone away forever and a day
Just yesterday and I can't do without...

Tell me again how this commitment goes
You will go and I should stay waiting
Trusting you to come back with your conquests
Unscratched like Lone Ranger or Tonto...

But real life is not like a movie that plays
There are people you meet and soon it plays out
The opposite way, the opposite direction
There will be tears, recriminations in the end...
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October 25,2013 - Philippines

Between Two Moons
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage,ministry,mission,wife
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was written when the relationship suffered a bump on the road. The emotion may seem to vacillate from need to releasing that need - but such is the current state of this relationship.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Doris Cornago 14 April 2018

My husband is a missionary pastor who gave his whole life to preaching the Gospel.: -)

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Doris Cornago 14 April 2018

To my dearest husband Bing Cornago, now on his longest trip yet, home to be with the Lord. You never get over a loss even when you are told he is in a better place. Love made me toe the line, kept my boundaries, now he's gone, I'm lost in a maze of finding myself as all I've done for 3 decades was to please him, a dutiful wife. Is this the mercy of God?

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