GIFT.

The Light His Action, and the Dark
The Leisure of His will
There is no corner, no dark place
Your love cannot fill
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops-at all -
With grateful memories in a gift....
I wish to stay entrapped forever.

{The lines I have used are from the poems of Emily Dickinson, David G. Kelly, Sheelagh Lennon, Mark R. Slaughter and Anthony Kolos.}

For - dVerse - Centos 
           g-man