Time
You are not depth
You are not length
But a raging tempest
Empty refuge
Broken promise come and gone
Breath
You are the beginning
You are the hope
A healing oil of balm
Joyous assurance
An unsurpassed candle of grace
Whisper
My kiss of encounter
My tear of tenderness
A wonderful beauty
Sweet acceptance
Overflowing perfume poured today.
Life From A Park Bench 