Guardians

If every moment felt like this,
would this one feel as free; 

Could his smile stencil in my mind
the image that attests me

Would I record their rapturous giggles
glowing in memory gold,

or work in worthy wonderment,
their Godly mysteries to unfold?

I sift for them through silt and sludge--
I pine, I pray, I plea

then treasure each and every shell
sharing her secret with me--

A pearl so precious and so peculiar,
it never will be worn

But kept and cradled and planted
in fields that will adorn

the Heavens with unbending joy:
we meet each other there

But here and now, our fortune we guard,
no other can compare.