A poem I wrote on my daughter's birthday in 2002!

16 October, 2002

 (Psalm 45:)

"MY HEART..."

How do Angels Love,

My Lord?

How do they live?

Do they always Give?

How do Angels fly,

My Lord?

Do they, ever, ever lie?

When do they sleep?

What goods do they need or keep?

Can Angels live

within a Human Heart?

Could you put a spark

Of that Love in me

to put heat in me and help me

continue this new start?

If I perchance have a bit

of Angel within to see.

Can you please forgive

the weak and human part

which in its frailty Loves so much,

Yet is the Most of me.

How can we live well in union

Without Angels to show-

Upon us his love to bestow?

This is the question of my life,

The journey, searching,

Peregrination of my toil:

That somehow, someplace

Exists the Lot of Land

Where childhood promises will grow

Out of that soil.

...And yet the Moon through this darkness

Sheds her pearly glimmerings upon

Your sea-ly observing glaze.

No, no I can move to no other site.

Every weak particle,

(Yeah even that part of me that is still to come),

directs itself towards my real home,

This Cross of Light

                        By: Karla