Silent veil
holding ancient stillness
truths written in the stars above me
Moonlit hush
guiding wandering souls
toward mysteries no voice can speak
Holy drift
moving through my spirit
starlight poured upon my open soul
Here I bow
listening to His heart
held inside the love that called me here
Where roses bloom
and love is found
there my heart
is lost
Their musky scent
pervades
my open soul
to heights of joy
and pleasure
But thorns
crush
the hands
that are bitter and
filled with envy
anger
and hatred
Let our love
be like roses
without thorns
to prick
May our scent
spread far and wide
touching lives
changing hearts
and blooming
in other souls
encouraging them
to shine bright
like the crimson
of a rose
bleeding true love
being what it is
29th December 2022
Soft
cold air
rushes through
my open soul,
breathe.
Just
enjoy
the simple
joys life can grant
you.
***By Chris Matt for Nette Onclaud's “Turn on the lanterne.”
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