Look! I'm lost to Him who saves!

I relish how much more
  a common friend
inspiration has been
  since the intricate Plan
      engulfed us both,
        and brought us close.
And it is so much more frequent
  for me to write--to fight! to win!
Perhaps that explains this giant grin.

Perhaps you explain this feeling of being blessed.
But not "perhaps",
  for I am certain that Jehovah had a hand
in making you the inspiration of this man!

I will miss you, dear sister.

I will miss the smile lighting your face;
I'll miss the fierce lioness in your eyes;
I'll miss your embrace, your warm embrace;
and I will miss lying on a green grass lawn
  under sunsetting skies,
plucking little white dandylions
  to mount them on your ear...
and I will wish you were here
  to comfort and encourage;
  to hold and then be held;
  to brush your tears softly away,
  which, in your eyes, had welled.

But... my arms are short,
  and cannot reach that far
to declare how much I love you
  no matter where in the world you are.

So I am grateful and I'm glad
for a God whose hands formed the skies
and so wonderfully formed you who bring
a tender glint to my eyes.
I am grateful for a God
whose hands formed the heavens,
and I am grateful that, for this daughter,
  whom I love,
the love of God outreaches the love of Evan.