In Sanguine Spirit
Of a search this self speaks
stirred up it ever seeks
to secure The Soul
in silence it screams
In stillness of one’s soul
ye shall see Him, scriptures say,
yet my senses screech
as serenity stealthily slithers out
to smell Its scent
to sense Its stance
to spot Its sight
senses slip seizing Him,
in this storm I sail
staying in sanguine spirit
to soak into Supreme.
6-Sep-2020
Alliteration Regarding Relationship With God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Copyright © Sathya Babu | Year Posted 2020
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