A poem for God
Friday, January 23, 2009
protect my soul from a polluted world
the gentle touch of your flakes
whisper words of love
and His presence lights
a fire in my heart.
I am in rapture
overwhelmed by the beauty of His creation.
How man can forget
to look up and feel part of this immensity?
A white mantel
covering in gentleness the spirit of the Beloved.
And the lover cries
in gratitude to have met a true friend.
posted by Milena at 8:10 AM
1 Comments:
E vaiiii..... lo sento che stai volando, che pensi ? si sente fino qua... non sto scherzando!
riempi il mondo di luce,
dai che sei contagiosa!
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