I wrote this poem for my precious wife. “He who finds a wife finds a good thing And obtains favor from the LORD” Proverbs 18:22
Like an exquisite woman, deep waters
exhibit their splendor and harmony, unmatched.
Their passage, gradual and constant,
is filled with lucid wisdom.
On occasion, her disparate rapids churn;
Still, her banks nurture flowers, berries, and ferns.
Such power in her tacit depths.
Silence is her true narrative.
Secret moments fill her expanse.
Memories evoked in Heaven, someday.
And her beauty…
Her essence stands in magnificence,
each curve and line of her body is unique—
Her skin—a reflection of the things she touches—
shimmers as it mirrors the lives that she passed by.
Her legacy, like her compassion, leaves its mark on creation.
She shall be in the new Heaven and Earth for her deeds;
Her creator is well pleased.
©Scott Biddulph 2016