Spiritual Poems

comes the sacred

something precious as morning rose
touched my heart, kindled my deep
some wonderful, wonderous dream
haunts me when I sleep

something sweet as morning honey
graced my soul, stirred fire
a dove more beautiful than any
flew up, then flew higher

something gentle as morning light
suffused my life, sparked my eyes
with each breath now, comes the dawn
comes the sacred from forever skies

Comments

January 9, 2010 at 1:07 am

Conveys a more appealing image of “sacred” than the one going around .



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