My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Cantering through
Warm passages
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
That is
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
After Heaven,
Welcomes home,
Her children.
Tag: Faith
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Find me in a courtyard
Of past thoughts and faiths,
Where humanity remembers
The times she was free.
How is it to know joy,
Without her sister,mortality?
What do we do,
When our eyes say everything?
who you are
The world begs for your smile,
For it awaits your audience.
For it awaits your audience.
You are the mother of eyes,
And the world is your child.
And the world is your child.
And so is the love of the world,
In its beseech of a sibling
In its beseech of a sibling
Sky
Amongst the heavens,
Space between my emotions,
Passes just slower.
14th
Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
Day 8
In the solitude
Of our temples heart,
We wrote our names
Into the wind,
A written music
For those with wings.
The perched prayers
Flutter…begin.
On day 5 am
In that we wait for end,
Mid fading winds of sand.
In dark refuge of night,
Silent word prays…despite.
The fourth day
I whisper as one, another,
Who was left with little cover.
I saw the blooms of shiver cast,
Infant petals, not one the last.
Just before the wind had left
This wood had days not so bereft.
With all the thickets swaying bare…
This little bloom sways so fair.
Pieces
Not only heaven fell to shore
When stumbled I on milky ore,
Long since the ocean, waves unfurled,
On shore laid thin her shawl to world,
And mountain, move’d far inland,
Swayed his self to shore as sand.
I stayed here, our world’s torn seam,
One man of men, looking within.
Photo Credit Harold Davis
When you speak
When you speak I hear a song
That is ointment to my soul.
What will happen
If I hear you pray?
