a poem for Sunday

I wrote this poem yesterday for a special someone's birthday, and I feel like plopping it on here. Hopefully she won't mind. Share the love, right?

Immortal, Love

I do believe
there are, love,
immortal moments
we have shared.

And there, in that inkling,
that mystery...
a secret:

that they are all immortal,
these moments, made precious by mortality.

All written on the palm of God:
the Destiny of Us,
of Life,
Death,
and all,
all wrapped up in the palm and mind of God...

in Love.