Friday, April 24, 2009

BABY’S BREATH

I cannot give my heart for nought
For it was bought with drops
Of blood that poured from every pore
And Love that never stops.

I cannot cast my pearls in vain
For they were formed with tears
Of pain that covered every grain –
With Hope that reappears.

I offer everything I am
Without a wince of shame –
For He provided us with Faith –
Protected by His name.

(20 January 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)

2 comments:

Outsideofacat said...

somehow i cannot figure out the connection between title and poem. maybe i am just missing something, it has been a long day. are you referring to the flower or to an actual baby's breath? is the baby the speaker? is the mother the speaker? the one who is not a mother but could be? many readings make sense. maybe you can narrow it down somehow?

Cynthia Hallen said...

The title is both blossom and breath. I want an image of something delicate, pure, and lovely. The speaker has tender feelings and courage. Maybe another title will come. This one may be a place holder.