Maurice Harris

Rookie - 123 Points (29 April 1971 / Louisville, KY)

Your Tender Touch - Poem by Maurice Harris

This vision hath blessed my every solitary dream;
A wraith? Perchance? No-yet, real it still did seem!

Why then? Its purpose did elude, until again, there was you-
Then, it all made sense-the why, the how, and surely, the cause, too!
Sikerly, it was God Himself, speaking with me as I'd somniate,
His purposeful pensum-for which, mine life, whole, I did await;

This duty, mine only, e'er, shan't be undertaken lightly,
Nor too, shall I doubt His omniscient perspicacity, rightly!
Proffered once, but for to glimpse that which awaited;
Now again offered-in its embrace, I have not hesitated-

For I have not but a choice, it is my heart's benediction-
It is my invitation to utter exult, my mundanity's valediction!
Ne'er before hath His grace tendered so very much-
The mere thought of the imminence of your tender touch!

Maurice Harris,4 December 2009


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 4, 2009


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