Sonnet For Luflic Poem by Imdauel Blah

The first time we were angry, we were hurt,
When we reconciled we both understood
El Shaddai has blessed us, this path is his;
Why question His grace - it is what it is.
My heart opened, my mind changed, I could be
Humble, even servile; serve and be free.
The same principle seen in our Saviour
Whose will and love sustain us forever.

If ever I die young I understand
Happiness has been possible and love
Conceivable with whom I desire.
As gem or sand in the clutch of her hand
Is my heart; bursting, swelling red and soft
Not, tenacious in love; acquiesced in her.