To Kaila Poem by Michael J ORourke2

To Kaila

When you remember the quiet days
With notebook and fingers ready To write down
My every thought about the task at hand
Know that my inner thoughts rested on the rose of your soul

There is no prize I can seek except to improve your gifts
Which pirouette in my grateful heart.
Your own heart takes on the shape of the sun
As it breathes its own joy upon a world of discontent

Morphing into a pearl which embraces the resistance to anxiety
Giving with earnest dignity and simplicity -always giving.
In you lies that vein of gold which you the owner know nothing of
As if to hide your virtue with humility –yet another source of your beauty.

And how that Grace stills the noise of an agitated world.
That lustrous smile shines like so many stars in the sky
Your eyes like a sheaf of hallowed rays- bluer than blue
Reflecting God's glory and His beauty in you.