Poem – The Bow

The bond of love,
it is our friend.
Beyond our days
when they come to an end.
A circle cycle,
minus tied knots
and confused bows.
Filled in with warmth,
it continues to flow.
Shared through
faithful eyes.
Given forth
from what’s inside
at second birth.
When pure on return
alighted to the truth,
you won’t want to hide.
For now, you’re fulfilled
from feeling empty inside.
Resting securely,
it’s within all our hearts.
For in safety we’re found
from all that is dark.

R.A. Feller