The Word
Before mind articulates ripples heart felt,
we know our awareness in truth has no need,
to voice in verse that ineffable scent svelte,
so we detect that it is soul that does plead,
wishing to bring to form, emotions that heed
the heart of God within, which is prone to bleed
and thus we sound love’s gong, taking all along,
inking the vibrant void, with our unique song.
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