We are all but specks of dust
fallen from what lay above
left astray to find that one
to play this game they call Love.
Created high upon an astral plane
we dive dual—a broken flame.
Our souls but puppets
strung with glorious Grace
upon His golden shore.
This life but a stage
separated by nothing more
than the thoughts that rattle around a cage.
But it is what drips within our mind
—a hint of gold
paints itself upon our soul.
A nectar so sweet
for what once was dead
finds a new thread.
In the darkest of places
we must give the most light
fed with faith and starved of fear.
Then comes a voice
all shall hear
shivered loud—ringing clear.
Love it falls like a drip
eternal from a golden mind
trickling through your heart
comes a faith so kind.
For fed is the soul
flowing with milk and honey
from an oil so sacred
it keeps the lamp of Heaven
forever trimmed
and always burning.
BeLove © 2018
You are too kind. Thanks again.
Lovely indeed💐
Thank you very much. You are too kind.
This was absolutely stunning! Great work!