My Humble Request
Please, take me by my hand and show me what the subtle lining of a cloud really looks like.
For being with you brings tears of joy as if a finger was removed from a hole in a dike.
Lift me up to where the atmosphere is warm, comforting, pristine, and clear.
Let me sore with you above all that one can imagine, for being with you I have no fear.
Tell me of the treasures of the Creator in all Her Glory.
Speak to me of the magnificent unbounded story.
Let my heart be receptive to a most powerful love yet unseen.
Let me sore with you over oceans of blue and pastures of green.
Teach me the ways of thy lips and the truth of thy tongue.
Take me back to the innocence of a child, when I was young.
Share with me the grace and wisdom of Our Mother-Father's house.
Speak to me as I sore with you and I will listen intensely, quiet as a mouse.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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