We give lips to the lord and holy ones in occasion,
even without any aware reservation.
The lips that touch the lover’s great euphoria,
no other language has this scriptoria.
Giving lips of truth by the constitution of Bible,
affection codes recognition via tribal.
Some lips stuck to the phone,
for voices on the other side of the throne.
The silent lips in conversation within,
moving providence to glorious begin.
Praying lips in state of gratefulness,
natures sublime and its subtle furnace.
Gentle blowing lips that kindles the song,
pouring the open heart to belong.
The lips of promise as veneration,
inspiring model for coming generation.
Lips that teach the tread upon the sea of life,
before the will closes that heart door strive.
Recognize the lips that speak of forgiveness,
true devotion and its absolute richness.
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2021
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