Lord of earth and Lord of sky,
Sovereign keeper of my life,
I weather well through daily fight,
By Thy Spirit; not by might.
Thou called by name and set apart,
A piece of my red, beating heart,
Thou gave her wings that she might fly;
Now part of Thee and yet still mine…
Hollow void that does not show,
The echo renders long and slow
Although I grow, it grows not small,
As year upon a year piles on.
I do not understand Thy ways,
Or how Thou number mortal days,
But every space shall find it’s fill,
Surrendered daily to Thy will.
How fares this little piece of me?
Do dreams reflect reality?
Is mischief in a twinkling eye?
Do angels ever stop to cry?
Do little hands breath life from pen?
And are they brave to start again?
Does laughter break with toss of head?
Do angels ever jump on beds?
Does growing piece in realm afar;
Investigate the things that are?
Do dainty fingers trace Thy face?
Do words entwine with gleeful haste?
Does someone answer how and why?
Does she recall our last goodbye?
I wonder if she’ll ever know,
These longings from the earth below…
I dare not think that missing part,
Could click again into my heart.
Laced now in eternity,
What heart could hold a piece so free?
I do not understand Thy ways,
Or how Thou number mortal days,
But every space shall find its fill,
Surrendered daily to Thy will.
– Melissa Judith Domingo
7 Dec, 2017