This is dedicated to two sisters who I have recently come to know and adore. They are the embodiment of what this poem attempts to convey – that we are transformed by the love one has for another. I’ve posted this before, but never has it spoken so loudly until I understood the transforming love these two sisters have shared in their very special bond.
By Pino – Two Sisters in “Afternoon Respite”
LOVE”S TRANSFORMING HAND
I don’t profess to understand
The power of Love’s transforming hand
But I can’t deny what’s plain to see
Loving you is changing meAs a child walking on the shore
I saw the ocean…nothing more
I cried, “Oh God – what senseless waste
This vast expanse of liquid space.”Yet now, with your hands guiding me
I cherish the life within the sea
I built myself a one room home
And dared to live there all aloneIt wasn’t that I did not care
Just felt I had not much to share
But now, beneath Love’s soft caress
I simply have to give my bestI once viewed stars as nothing much
Cold, distant worlds beyond my touch.
I had no need for cheap sensations
Built on simple constellationsThen Love’s hand touched me through your heart
And I knew that stars were heaven’s art
No, I don’t profess to understand
The power of Love’s transforming handBut I can’t deny what’s plain to see
Loving you is changing me
The Winter Bites My Bones 
Beautiful artwork and a gentle journey with your words. I like the description of places and situations. A very good ending to the excellent poetry.
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Thank you, John.
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This is a beautiful poem and completely conveys our love. The painting does as well.
I’m all smiles and off to bed, happy as I can be.
Before I find tonight’s restful slumber, I will glance across the room to the bed where my sister sleeps and acknowledge her beauty that surpasses even that of Pino’s brush.
Thank you, I’m honored and touched.
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I hope you have a restful night with exquisite dreams. You make my heart beat a little bit faster with your written voice and your kind words.
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from the painting which is exquisite to your words that seem
to be a spoken conversation in between each stroke of the artists brush…
Beautiful
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Reblogged this on The Winter Bites My Bones.
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Powerful and beautiful! Thank you for sharing!
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