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He loves me
by Charlie Morganthe moody blues were neither;
but they were both.
the soft pillow of warm 'damp'
keeps my head held high,
enough so, that the cold earth
reaches it not.
i lie prostrate and stare;
the cold heavens have
never been warmer to me;
with my head cracked open,
it leads directly to my heart;
Jesus waltzes right in asking,
for directions to my Kai explaining
he has heard of him.
a King looking for my grandson;
how regal and fulfilling; humbly,
i point the way. then step back.
i can see the lasting stars.
every one!
12/07/2011 Posted on 12/08/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/08/11 at 12:53 AM beautiful..and I can see the stars above his pillow and lamplight..sharing the way! :) |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/08/11 at 12:53 AM and p.s..he loves you too! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/08/11 at 01:57 AM This touches a most tender place....*hugs* |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/08/11 at 03:00 PM So beautiful, Chaz! *HUGS* |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 12/08/11 at 08:30 PM Filled with your tenderness and humor, my friend...thank you for another lovingly precise and elegant write. lk |
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