Invocations
A veil of darkness eclipses my glare
And the star beams surrender in dismay
My whispers ascend in fervent prayer
Unfolded awe to my soul finds its way.
A supreme faith seeking a divine light
The hand of God reaches an avid soul
My fears over there change colour and might
Peace, the dark igniter, my mind consoles.
An ardent plea echoing my weakness
An unfathomed glee my whole shakes
Absorbing a desolate loneliness
Divine love, the bliss that heals the aches.
Invocations to God shall never end
Beauty and divine light to me descend.
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018
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