It came to him. It was not so novel.
Even so, then, in his mind,
at least, he knew.
Certainly two things,
clear as the now winter sky.
So much, to give!
Not just that, of the mind,
but heart, touch
and yes, receptivity.
To receive, then,
when it was good, whole
and in its way a blessing, the gift.
Bringing onto himself, her,
presence, grace, the timeliness
of that sharing, sovereign, queen, joy!
You turn a page in a scrapbook, held.
Slowly, tenderly, smile.
An ongoing adventure, that both joined.