’Іοϋλίαν ποθω^*

Farewell Hug

Five long years, wish­ing for just one thing
Dream­ing, imag­in­ing, yearn­ing. Knowing.

Know­ing each friend­ship offer­ing meant, to me, more;
Meant more than would per­mit accepting.

Each, refused in love, to take unfairly.
Sneak attacks not withstanding.

Resolved nev­er to accept with­out ring;
That sin­gle, soli­tary, most yearned-for thing.

‘Till today, blessed event, joy-filled radi­ant smile.
On beau­ti­ful hand a beau­ti­ful ring.

Par­i­ty achieved deep within.
Offered. Accept­ed, at last with­out sin.

The first the last.
A fond­est farewell.
A new desire kindled;
Bene­dic­tion of blessing;
Prayer for all joy.

May God bless and preserve;
New life togeth­er in Him.

Chris­t­ian Pud­dleglum Ran­som Harper
Decem­ber 19, 2015 

^*Until today.

Update: Jan­u­ary 17, 2017. I’ve had this as pri­vate for a while but decid­ed to just let it be what it is and make it pub­lic. I thought about remov­ing it all togeth­er as it’s not tech­ni­cal­ly true, ‘The first the last’. I’ve been hugged and hugged hard and hugged back a lit­tle, and endured/enjoyed sneak-attacks, and near­ly been knocked on my keester by the won­der­ful unre­strained exu­ber­ance. The won­der­ful thing though is the endur­ing truth of the line “at last with­out sin.” She’s like a crazy lit­tle sis­ter now and I can enjoy spend­ing time and con­vers­ing with her and her hus­band. God blesses.