Page 22 - GALIET ONEYOUME Mystic Poetry: On the Soul´s Journey to God IV

A pen in the Womb of
My Hand Rests
A pen in the womb of my hand rests Dumb and deaf it invokes the Word Bursting forth in God´s thought Singing the Song of my Soul
I touch the foundations of my love To heal all wounds to joy
That are born and die And yet more to come
To ask no less of sorrow deserved
A candid flower in exchange
And my gaze to see all waters reflect Always, all-ways have I loved?
Mays to Mays
Hostage I am
To the artery of Earth, Sea and Sky
3⁄4 Everpresent 3⁄4 3⁄4 Evergreen 3⁄4
To dance with the stars
To see, no less, my heart reflect
God’s wind bless:
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