(Written from the voice of the Divine/Spirit, hence the capitalization Our)
with tender petals opening towards the morning light,
where any clouds pass in their transience
because you know they are not true.
It is only to the light, to love,
that your face now turns
and that light warms you
and casts rainbows around you,
that enfold you
as Our tender arms also do.
You are free to exist in the simplicity of this,
of this love,
as you are beheld by Our Sun
that is always shining down upon you
so brightly.
Poetry by Morning Star
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Written on 2012-09-07 at 06:11
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Little Flower
Little flowerwith tender petals opening towards the morning light,
where any clouds pass in their transience
because you know they are not true.
It is only to the light, to love,
that your face now turns
and that light warms you
and casts rainbows around you,
that enfold you
as Our tender arms also do.
You are free to exist in the simplicity of this,
of this love,
as you are beheld by Our Sun
that is always shining down upon you
so brightly.
Poetry by Morning Star
Read 999 times
Written on 2012-09-07 at 06:11
Tags Spiritual Inspirational Divine
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