Poem July 19, 2004 Issue

Gift of God

Arielle Kolb

I thought I had a love,
precious,
rare,
and sweet,
that I couldn't live without—
a love that would grow throughout time.

But he held his love from me more and more,
until one day he left,
leaving my dreaming heart crushed
on the tear-stained floor.

I was desperate to find something
to lift my mood, make me forget.
Days merged into weeks and months,
and still my broken heart cried for healing.

Suddenly, the cold waters of depression lifted,
A voice whispered,
"You are My daughter and all that I have is yours.
I love you."
And I felt my heart safely held
in one piece
in God's protective hands.

I knew then that I did have a love
precious,
rare,
and sweet,
the gift of His love—
a forever love.

—Arielle Kolb
Boise, Idaho

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