More Precious than Rubies.

If you have not gone before me
To prepare the path for me to walk
Then I trudge through thick brambles
That prick and poke my heart to bleed.
If you have not prepared a place
There in your life amongst the pieces
Then no place is there for me to rest
To lie next to you; to love; to bless.
For I cannot feel more for you
That what you feel for me
Else foggy plains and rugged cliffs
Become the demise of my sentiments.
I cannot treasure this bond more
Than the treasure you’ve found herein
For a ruby’s glint is hidden well
For the man with a patient heart,
Who takes the dirty wretched stone,
And cracks it open with faith and care
Who Finds within it a precious gem
And a treasure worth holding dear.

© Arwen North 2008