The angels plucked heart’s hopeful strings
and delivered him with gentle wings-
a whisper only he could hear,
and he knew.
“You are the treasure, never doubt
the miracle this life’s about.”
His soul rejoiced within the peace
of knowing-and it
Before they gave complete control
to those whose arms did thus enfold,
the angels kissed the velvet cheek
of one so precious, new and meek.
“What now is known, shall fade away
into the days of childish play
until, once more, the soul shall yearn
to quench the fire inside that burns.
‘Tis then dear one, you look within
beyond the aging, thickened skin.
You will recall with new delight
the treasure resting out of sight,
and yours to give away at last-
The memory fades too fast.
What went before shall be again,
a glimpse, magnificent and then
just out of reach…
For you, dear one.
Cheryl KP copyright 2019
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