Pray tell, what is the age that you have reached,
For your soul tells a story of old
So ripe for the youth on the skin of your face
So wise, for the number of years that you hold
From where comes your spirit
The knowledge, your sense?
This depth, holds capture my awe
My intuition, so keen,
Says this lifes not your first,
That you’ve lived so many before
A child in body yet gifting each,
You encounter along your road
Relinquishing pain with the touch of your hand,
Angel’s wings on you bestowed
An aura that I’ve, not seen before,
You lift the timid,
When you are near
Solace is seen in your glistening eyes,
A wonder of Earths wildest frontier
One day to the gate, my soul, will be delivered,
The gate I know,
That she has walked through
End comfort I’ll find, from my mortal day
Because of you, sacred child,
Draped in heavens hue
powerful . . .
Thank you for reading, Peter 🙂 You are on a wonderful whirlwind of poetic thoughts, hitting an amazing level with your work right now 🙂 I am only just catching up.
Stunning! I found that I’d held my breath as I read parts of it including the last lines. I love the imagery, flow, power, and message of this creation.
THANK you, Russ! Your confirmation always inspires me. I am so glad it was able to bring a reaction 🙂 – Heather
The image is beautiful as well as the words. ajm
Thank you, Ann 🙂