Fevers by A. Paige White Just as a baby's fevered brow magnetizes kisses and cuddles and a bustling mother's concerns So my heart and soul pours out in words that have no letters my lips cannot form the sounds yearning to be made well whole in the purity of true holiness that is you living and yearning to have full and free expression with expansion ever your goal to give kisses and cuddles words of affirmation and assurance; you living, free to love, in me. 01/26/2007 Author's Note: Inspired by Beth Moore's hairbrush experience at the airport. Posted on 01/27/2007 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Katerina T Nix on 01/29/07 at 02:22 AM Very beautiful words, Paige. Well done :) -Kat Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/02/08 at 08:02 PM The Holy Spirit working in the heart of the believer! That is my take on this devotional poem. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)