Saturday, 23 January 2016

V. 2. / 150.) Pull Back Let The Cinders Settle . . .




Pull back let the cinders settle
The fire which burns me is love
The waste place cleared shines
It bears fruit of heaven’s light

My highest towers fly ribbons
My lowest depths fill with gold
Love holds the candle of my spirit
As lights ripple through my night

See music fall from their touch
Feel shimmers as they pass by
They are angels which help me
The rippling lights lift me along

Not for wanting them am I helped
Before I call I am strangely heard
I cannot fathom the love given me
Healing love waits not for the asking

They are broken my purple shells
Emptied of my every deceit
No lie now can slip past unseen
Laid open naked the light enters




                          *



No comments:

Post a Comment