With winged sunshine,
You, love mine,
How in my heart pour
Your winged soar,
With kindness divine,
Untiring and endless
How You touch me
Both in birth and death,
With winged dreams
Ceaseless as it seems
How You make me see
Ambrosaic music of measureless seas,
And here I sit, quiet, and listless
Getting colored by Your Holy Embrace,
While waves of poetry drown me,
While morning dews own me,
Simply.
Friday, November 29, 2013
With winged sunshine,
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