Melinda writes poetry, a habit bemoaned by most of the human race that provides her with some small satisfactions in the deep and quiet spaces of night. She writes poetry in series, strictly chonological, of 127 poems per series. She is now working on Violet Series. So this is.......


108. A Perfect Love
The raptured life now pulsing through billions every day
Throbs with His intentions, as Grace knows what to say.
So I listen to the Message that courses through my veins.
Because the Gift once Given was delivered with much pain.

Inside each pause of moment, unnumbered in each breath
Resides the rapture not forgotten, that tells me each are blessed.
I remember His compassion and I weep with joy in heart.
He, the One who knows us all, gave Truth its natal start.

Each touch of life’s intentions, is seen by He with eyes
Each impulse to extension pays off as we grown wise.
His Gift the one insurance that we’ll be gathered in
To know the One perfection, the sequel to Amen.

Closer than my organs, more intimate than skin.
The memories exhorting me - render Truth to Him.