by Amy Krohn

 

I read a verse of poetry this morn,

and the sweet longing of it swelled my heart.

I spoke aloud my love for you this noon,

and the words dropped golden from my lips.

I bathed myself in sunshine as I walked,

and your hands touched warm upon my cheeks.

I ate my supper in peace and solitude,

and my prayer arose a duet, my voice with yours.

I went to bed in the dark of night,

and you held me near, so blessed near.

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Amy Krohn is the mother of three young children, the wife of a farmer, a writer, and a lover of all things beautiful. She blogs at http://amykrohn.wordpress.com/. You can find her book of stories, A Flower in the Heart of the Painting, on Amazon or www.wisebloodbooks.com.