Friday, November 13, 2015


In these gifts you give this earth
I hear
I feel
Your soul.

This is not mere fantasy
Nor an echo of a dream;
it is a knowing 
Of all the beauty inside you
Poured out for others.

Another time I shall peruse
The pensive attitude 
Plaguing me with wonderings:
Why me
How am I worthy of
Such feeling, of such knowing?

For now I shall lay down my head,
Open to the wondrous rapture
Of you,
And peacefully I shall rest.

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