"A Rare Love"

Life lived in circumstance rare,
Love’s burning embers sought to share,
From Sun’s shadow to light so clear,
Comes one, whose life is seen as bare.

Solitude obligates, alone his care,
Where other’s choose more personal fare,
Where spiritual womb and mother’s tear,
Directs the love, that none can compare.

In august service, where passion’s sear,
Stands solid rock, in foundation’s prayer,
Stolid, firm, unwavering prodigal here,
Selfless, caring, thoughtful and fair.

Come look ye now, Love’s embers flare,
Emotion once buried, an awaken stare,
Promotes affection thought never there,
Two mothers’ hope alike, inspire career.

Sleep takes flight, Love’s dream is near,
Mirage envisioned, Hope’s wish prepare,
From Life’s ash Love’s Phoenix’s glare,
To soar to height beyond the air.

A quest begun, at times unfair,
Heard in whisper, a silent prayer,
Now love invites, begs to share,
Where once a love withstood a scare.

Alas, a life of circumstance rare,
Where Love’s embers fought to share,
From Sun’s shadow comes image clear,
She whose life seemed equally spare.