Doors
Which door is the portal to my soul?
Listening tires me; interferes with
God beckoning me.
Why is a question never answered?
Quit asking it. Listen, there is a
voice calling you;
this great soul Mother of the Earth,
let me take charge of my birth.
I'll go to the banquet; eat,
rejoice and celebrate anew.
This joy is confusing. But I'll be
full of life when I come to you.
Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011
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