Shades of Heaven
Enwrapped in Golden Spun Light,
Singing Sweet and Pure,
Whispers of Sunbeams
Gently Caressing my Spirit,
Like a Trance,
In this Vast Expanse,
Let me Ever Hear it!
Beautiful Image found on Pinterest
The Touch of Love is seen in the Miraculous as well as the Simple,
In the Drops of Water upon a newborns head,
In the Benediction o’er a Final Resting Place;
The Touch of Love is Bread in our Hands
And Wine on our Lips,
In Prayers offered beside the sickbed
And in Joyful Laughter at the birth of Life;
The Touch is in the Understanding and Patience Spoken to a Troubled Youth,
And in the Sincere Help offered to One in Need,
It is Heard in the Promise of Unconditional Love
And the Warm Embrace or Handclasp extended to a Stranger.
The Touch of Love is known in the grinding bit of a drill
Searching for Fresh Water In a Forgotten Village,
And in a coverlet offered to a refugee, lost and alone.
The Gentle Touch of Love is Shared through words of Encouragement
To One depressed, discouraged or grieving,
And Through the Compassion of Empathy conveyed
By a Wordless Nod or Gaze.
The Touch of Love is Extended to Each of Us and Shared Through All of Us,
To The World In Need.
Inspired and Written in conjunction with Pastor Robert Kehrli
The Mist Speaks of Broken Memory, Silhouette of Silent Sound,
Raindrops of Forgotten Bliss Falling all around.
The Mist Whispers of Hollow Wonder, Mighty Portents of Cacophony,
Sealed in Lavish Empty Time, Unspoken Soliloquy.
The Mist Calls out of the Waking Calm, Transcending Impetuousness,
Waiting in the Breathless Hush Of Long Remembered Forgetfulness.
Sitting on my porch, I often thought
Why is it so cool, why is love so sought
Why do they laugh, when they often fought
High on the love potion, just a single draught
Lying in the meadows, with eyes shut close
Playing with the leaves, of one pink rose
Counting if he loves me, in a poised pose
Writing how he will be, in poems and prose
Time was flying by me, like a fluttering bird
I will have Prince Charming, told and heard
He will be so handsome, girl you have my word
He will have a palace, a horse and sword
Waiting for my rescue, with all my heart
Youth is so restless, so eager to start
Love seems so exotic, the rarest art
We will be forever, will never be apart
He will be a charmer, a true loves kiss
Going on one knee, “asking may I miss ?”
Dancing in the night, the starry bliss
It will be so perfect, nothing left amiss
And then it was night, we finally meet
He came and swept me off, off my feet
He took me to his kingdom, a cloudy fleet
The birds were singing for us, some did tweet
Keep dreaming and keep hoping, my dear friend
You will be right past it, you just need to transcend
And If it’s not yet happy, it must be just a bend
Oh ! Fairytales do come true, there is a happy end
PS: This is my first attempt to write something for BooknVolume. I am highly obliged to Cynthia for giving me this chance. She is kind enough to accept me as Aurhour on her brilliant blog. I hope that I can please her readers. I also have a humble blog of my own quillnparchment check it out to know more about me.