Monday, December 5, 2011


December 5th...after today seven more days to go.

I'm running out of ideas...and that's scary. I really feared I'd have nothing to bring to the table today, but then this came...

L.J. Holmes

Madonna and child.
For the first time he understood
Kneeling before her,
His eyes tenderly passed over her.

Her beautiful features,
Softened as she nestles,
The down-covered head of their child,
To the nourishing swell of her breast.

How could one woman,
Once beautiful, angelic temptress,
Of a mere woman,
Come to mean so much to him?

With reverence he had no idea,
He was capable of feeling,
He extended one tensile finger,
And ever so lightly reached towards her.

He skimmed from the full upper curve,
Of her baby-fastened breast,
Down to the suckling lips of child,
Onward to the sleek contracting cheeks.

Yes, for the first time he understood.
Love is so much grander,
Than he'd ever known before,
Deeper than his heart could contain.

Love is an ache beyond his loins,
A heaviness in the region of his heart,
And a swelling pride from his very soul,
Love is one word...wife!


BarbaraB said...

It's beautiful, Lin.

Jim Hartley said...

Very beautiful, very spiritual

Lin said...

Thank you both so much. Your words mean the world to me.

J Q Rose said...

What a loving portrait you have painted with your words. I love being placed into this scene. Thanks, Lin.

Lin said...

I am so pleased you liked it Janet. Thanks for checking it out.

gail roughton branan said...

Beautiful, darlin'.