O Mother, O Dad, I assure you, eternity has a design: A poem 

I had to orbit you 

and you had to orbit me 

Providence couldn’t have it any other way 

over all those lifetimes of endearing truths. 

I can break into a million bits 

thinking how the snapping of a thread can fit? 

Yet, we may think ambiguity and doubt 

but the fountain resources itself 

There are strings that make the universe 

and there are resilient self-repairing cords that make ours 

It is not our love that failed the continuum 

but evil unfolding in circumstance 

And even if I take all the imagery out of imagination 

There will still be a residual picture of love 

that is gifted by the universe out of duty toward our inextinguishable sense of duty 

Such reassurance gives me hope 

that what is mine to have will be mine to have 

There can be no cruelty that can take away 

what is most dear to you from your soul 

And I know these footprints in the sand 

have merged into the universe’s memory 

to be reinvoked, reignited and reunited once again 

because eternity has no other design for us