Imagined,
Even cherished,
From the infinite depths
Of deepest time;
Real,
Now real,
And meant to be always,
Because the Imaginer
Creates
And loves
To infinity and beyond.
You
Are that soul.
©2018
Bob Mason
I dedicate this poem to Tiffany, our daughter who came to us as part of the plan that has always been. It's her birthday.
Though it is dedicated especially to Tiffany, it is also true for you, whoever you are. The Creator of all meant for you to be, and that is why you are here. You are treasured. You are cherished.
The picture is one I took during the lunar eclipse of December 21, 2010. Below the moon is the constellation Orion.
I dedicate this poem to Tiffany, our daughter who came to us as part of the plan that has always been. It's her birthday.
Though it is dedicated especially to Tiffany, it is also true for you, whoever you are. The Creator of all meant for you to be, and that is why you are here. You are treasured. You are cherished.
The picture is one I took during the lunar eclipse of December 21, 2010. Below the moon is the constellation Orion.
