Mannerism, Poetry, prayer

The Letter

Me, a madcap of foolish impropriety

To my anchor in this untamed ocean

To my calm in this season of storms

I bring all of my love and devotion

I stand thankful in my garden of glimmer

In sure heartedness that one day we’ll find

A place where we can mix as one

As is confectionately in my mind

My prayer is in a shared abounding love

Sincere and blameless and pure

Filled with the fruit of contentment

And built on all that is sure

~ E.M.

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