O come precious child! O come near to me!
And let me whisper this prayer to thee:
“You are special. You are understood. God
loves you more than anyone could. And though
…
this world may be hard, please take mine hand and
kindred arm. We’ll ruff life’s tide, and
then you’ll see, what beauty thy heart doest
hide from thee, and, truth, what it abides.”
…
Now, child, away; truly, may my prayer
satisfy your heart, which is, unknowingly,
among the waves, cresting high. For I have
been searching, for love and spirit likewise,
…
and I will tell you, dear child, presently,
I felt him, when thy speech and soul met mine.
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Copyright of Jessica Anne McLean, 2008, all rights reserved.
Note: Shakespearian Sonnet, Started: November 28, 2008 and Edited: December 27, 2008.
The Rose 
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