Love and the bee

Love is the water
that nourishes the seed,
that grows the flower
that feeds the bee,
that makes the honey
for you and me.

One spirit

The you you see, is not you.
It is the body shell of the spirit that is you.
You are not Muslim, Catholic or Jew.
You, we, me
Are spirit in energy.

Illusions

When you have eyes to see
and yet are blind,
you see the illusions
of an unseeing mind.

When you have eyes to see
and yet are blind,
you wander fruitlessly
in a wandering mind.

When you have eyes to see,
And are no longer blind,
You wander fruitully
In a wondering mind.

You are not what you appear to be.
You are shining light within
Not just a body,
Nor bone nor mere skin.

In sickness and in health

It's been a long time now,
we struggled with strife.
It's been a long time now,
We've been husband and wife.

Though you speak little now,
your heart still shines an occasional smile,
bringing more joy somehow,
than your oft heard laughter before this trial.

Though there's so little now,
you can do as in the past,
as we were, so we are now,
living the life for us cast.

It's been many years now,
And like birds of a feather,
in sickness and health,
We've remained together.

Parkinson's cruel struck you down,
taking it's toll, so plain to see,
but always this unwanted crown,
You have borne with dignity.

It's been a long time now,
you've been my life.
It's been a long time now,
my darling wife.