Sunlite Wanter Poet Narrative

Mystic Mystery

Mystic Mystery


Out of a pine forest mist

I met a soul along my path,

A bed of pine needles crunching underfoot.

Two smiles met along the sun-dappled bath.


He was whistling “Amazing Grace.”

I felt a sweet breeze upon my face.

Passing on I knew, I just knew,

I had encountered Love.

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Scott Thirtyseven May 29, 2017 at 9:43 AM Love that breeze, it really gives this beautiful write air.

Mike Hauser May 27, 2017 at 6:19 AM Wow! Love this one! Sunlite Wanter June 5, 2017 at 9:25 AM Thank you, Mike! I'm not getting email notices - some glitsch, so I'm late.

Chris Green May 26, 2017 at 5:56 PM Such a soft, tender and beautiful poem of love my friend. This is a great way for me to end my day here. Sunlite Wanter June 5, 2017 at 9:24 AM A bit late, but so thank you. I'm not getting notifications - there's some glitsch.