“Small One”
words by Leslie Noyes
Precious is this tender life with which we’ve been entrusted.
Within every whispered sigh, every tender flutter lies the question:
Will sanctuary be offered through all the trials of time?
My breath is yours. My heart has your name inscribed.
But, life is fleeting, How can such solemn promises be kept?
Hold fast. Cling with heart and hand, in sickness, in health.
And when we expire? What becomes of our love then?
Energy refuses mortal boundaries and so remains.
Keep me then; I am yours, you are mine, and our ends untimed.
Precious is this tender life with which we’ve been entrusted.
This poem is the latest in my collaboration with photographer, Julie Powell. Please visit Julie’s site for more of her beautiful work: https://juliepowell2014.wordpress.com/
Praying for Eyebrowz 
It’s a beautiful poem, but tinged with sadness too, I think. Life is fragile, and we don’t have it for all that long in the great scheme of things. I hope we use it well.
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Thank you. I worked on this one for a long time and still wasn’t happy with it.
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I think that’s a pretty common feeling among writers, poets and bloggers. I feel that way about almost everything I write. (This comment is more or less okay, though.)
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Great comment. Just like this one.
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Hey, we’re getting better at this writing thing!
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If we say so ourselves.
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More beautiful work, Leslie
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Thank you, Derrick!
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