Only a gritty life could produce such treasure.
The words again in case the picture is not clear.
As a sun beam dances
Crisply through clear water,
So whispers He
Through His beloved daughter.
Her incandescent beauty;
The fruit of several years
Where gritty trials came,
Leaving precious souvenirs
Multitones of wisdom
Grace her precious words,
Radiant with perseverance,
Her strength is the Lord’s.
Subtle tell-tale creases outline your eyes
And my finger longs to linger there
To share the stories softly etched
Unbridled laughter, earnest trace of care
I press my lips against your rough worked hands;
I’m five again, and I can feel the chafe
Your palm, clean water on my back
I know its warmth, or yours, and I am safe
The very things that reveal your humanity
And seal the letters detailing your days
Singing boldly, shirking vanity
They warm my skin like summer morning rays.