To Each Their Own Poem by Giuseppe Bartoli
To Each Their Own
I wake up in the middle of the night thinking
in the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God, and
the Word was God; however
I lose my train of thought
when I turn over, finding her
cradled around my arm
like an infant, and, what if
this is how every day began:
God with his Word, and I, with her.
A good start with a nice poem, Giuseppe. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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9/23/2024 8:17:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely flow of thought ceremoniously in tone. Beautiful love poem, well encapsulated and elegantly brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing Giuseppe.