Yet strangely firm they flow –
The words from your mouth,
Caressing my icy soul to warmth
And rousing my spirit from its ashes
As gently as the early morning sun
Warms the flourishing flowers in the meadows;
Yet strangely solid they flow –
The words from your lips,
Lulling my broken spirit to mend,
And gently stirring my dying being* to life
As a birthing mother lolls her babe to forty winks**
And the southern winds sing for the beach palms to dance.
Your loving words;
Summed up in just one statement
“I am with you each and every day until the end of the age”***
Tells me all I need to know –
And now I am at peace.
For even in my travails and prevails,
You rest by my side.
© Oluwaseun Adegbohun