You wait for me



How leisurely you wait for me
As though time were meant
For just us two.
Is it that you secretly
Fear my presence?
Or are you simply
The most patient man
I’ve ever known?

Fear not dearest one,
My only desire is to love you
In like manner
As you have so sweetly
Chosen to love me.

It is with great respect
That I hold you in
The bossom of my soul,
Close to my heart, 
My most fragile possession.

There,  you will find,
That though I am strong,
My heart is weak,
In need of some
Tender loving care.

I give it freely to you
As you have given yours to me.
Please cherish it, for I cannot bear
To be in love alone, not again.

And I will love you always —
Your mind,  your body, your soul,
For in so doing
You’ll no doubt know
Just how much I cherish you.


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Contents written: September 26 2016
Originally published: September 26 2016
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Seasons of our lives…


I don’t know why I enjoy Shakespeare. Perhaps it’s because my dyslexic brain naturally arranges sentences backwards and in many ways that’s how Shakespeare appears to speak. What ever the reason, the following quote below reminds me of the cycle of life — the changing of the seasons.

As we shift from Summer to Fall here in NYC,  we see the lush greenery slowly change color to the yellows, reds and browns of Autumn. In every season there is beauty and I firmly believe Our Heavenly Creator gave us such wonderful variety for a reason:
– so our senses would not become numb, 
– so we may learn to appreciate the beauty around us, 
– so we may understand that there is a higher power governing us and our destiny even as it governs nature and the seasons of our lives’.

As the season changes where you are, don’t forget to stop and appreciate the beauty all around you. So without further ado,  here’s a little Shakespeare, enjoy!

Quote from “Shakespeare’s Sonnets” by William Shakespeare –

“When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”

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Contents written: September 25 2016
Originally published: September 26 2016
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