Before I Knew
Before I knew your face, your form,
or heard your sweet voice softly warm,
I felt your spirit calling me
across vast fields of destiny.
Across a wasteland stark and wide,
swept bare by Sorrow's briny tide,
I caught your whispered lullaby;
I answered, "Come, lest my soul die!"
What miracle that we should hear
heart calling heart across the years;
and though I knew not then your name,
I longed for you until you came.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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