One Light
And to bathe these crystal eyes
washing icicles of fear,
miles of babel sentences turn
into a different language... unknown
and understood only by my spirit
that finds loveliness in being
not earthbound, but gliding
along One Light reflecting the glitter
of grasses inside my tree. Free.
Again, at this moment, this nearness
of God bestows a bead of peace
I meet the sleep more than sleep could keep.
Regina Riddle's God Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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