Unfinished Opus
You, my beloved, are my unfinished opus;
Though now we lead disparate lives, my hope is
That, through the Grace of God, we will meet again,
And this long-hoped-for consort may finally begin!
Like two melodic diapasons, without a chorus,
He alone, may provide cause, for us
To believe in our still-unseen Providence...
We need only demonstrate our faith, through patience!
We must cause our minds to believe
What now, only our inspired hearts may conceive:
We are but one song, fashioned by two instruments;
We alone may ensure our future makes sense
Of what is now only aspiration, for want of reality-
Only we make make a harmonic unity, out of our duality!
poem by Maurice Harris
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