Her Soul Is Yours
Let Her dance you in her slippers,
lead you over Her one thousand thresholds,
men and women, allow Her to be
that greater nameless you
we all find Life within.
She also is without name.
She is the rose bud that opens in your heart
whenever you think of Her.
Thought on its own will not see her,
but you may certainly feel
her dancing in your slippers,
then you may know Her
much better than you ever knew yourself.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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