posted on May, 9 2015 @ 09:36 PM
Ummm...I often ponder what it might mean to yearn so desperately for a place amongst perfection...only to realize the inherent weakness of the human
condition and my own special blend of weaknesses that ever keep me from permanent realization...Perhaps one day I might just...get it...and walk no
more in company to foible or justification...
Spirit
You touched that place where only you may fill
I felt such joyous sorrow gentled there
Around in dervish through me loves warmth spill
I close my eyes and see you every where
So pure I dare not touch your fulgent health
This human stain the suffering I bear
I fear I would pollute perfections wealth
Yet you the author of this form I wear
I see you where before I could not see
In every moment's place we loving share
It's you the muse that guides my thought to be
It's you that leads me through the depths of care
So many words...so little time...I scarcely dare to ponder how many times I have approached the same thought from a slightly altered perspective...
YouSir