“Until”

The sunlight`s gentle
and in there`s hope;
the breeze just kissed me,
the boat`s afloat.

The storm has raged,
yet, He calmed the sea;
I hold you
and you hold me.

Our love`s been tried
but steadfast and sure
like a wind battered tree
clinging to shore;

Like a rare precious gem
rough when first hewn,
yet, when polished and cut
more brightly it shown.

Now that I write this,
one more thing I must say,
and that`s, “I want to be with you
until my dying day.”

A.B.Adams
February 2018

“Fixer-Upper”

I`ve loved you
and you`ve loved me,
now we stand 
as a storm battered tree.

Our roots run deep,
the foundation set
but as for the structure,
is there much left ?

Now, the night has come,
keep the ghosts at bay;
I reach for your hand—
I`m here to stay.

You`ve not changed much
—your face I see—
still as beautiful
as it used to be.

So, from here
where do we go ?
Only two things
that I do know:

Put up a roof 
on a rebuilt frame
and on our door
again hang His name.

So, hold your calls
I`ll be home for supper—
After all,
we`re a `Fixer-Upper !`

A.B.Adams
October 11, 2019
Friday