Invoking grace
Hush
the blush,
oh dear one,
feel heart soften,
as love weaves magic,
transforming feeble form,
with touch of bliss magnetism,
gripping us in heightened rapture,
being grace by God on us bestowed,
invoked by spark of childlike innocence.
To be poised as such in the vibrant void,
is a choice each soul can freely make,
partaking of the boons of grace,
always ours for the asking,
if we choose to receive,
love’s tender caress,
as throb of bliss
reflecting
light of
God.
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