A promise is a special vow made twixt thee and me
Binding for a certain time within eternity.
Those pledges which have been made in simple entity
Are subject to the common foils plaguing such as we
Lasting but the time we know they share their destiny.
The virtue of a promise that one may fail to see
Is binding with a purpose much steeped in clarity
As we in grace accept friendship’s deepest charity.
Those vows we’ve made with God do work in quiet ways
To ease the barren voids that cloud our trying days,
Some promises will last a hapless lifetime through
When you are gone from me and I’ve forgotten you.
Then as we reach the end of all our boldest dreams
When life is drawing close to finishing it seems
And we are forced to find some irony at last
In faces from the grave and voices from the past.
Rainbows in the sky that promised to remember
Given birth in May now travelled to December,
Deeds bound in fact that neither law nor lief may lift
Then weigh the word and be resolved to keep the gift,
While I queried where I’ve been and wondered who I am
Young Isaac was kept safe because He supplied the ram.
Claire V. Bogdanos 