“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/
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