Violet skies
Majestic trees
Sing their blessed songs to me
My heart sits in reverent awe
Wondering whose name is being called
When I realise it is mine
Whispered in the air
I love with love too sweet to bear
I rejoice in flavours foreign to this soul
For the joy, this joy, from other worlds
Has called to me
Has sung
That little way
In the smallest wood
Calls to me like no one could
It speaks to me from spirits learned
From wiser boughs of older ferns
Leaving in its softer tunes
A trail of air;
When breathed banishes despair
When felt turns life full and fair --
Oh Turner of Hearts
Oh Lover of Beauty
This scene before my heart unruly
Has given Life to a wayward soul
Showing it more, so much more
Than it ever knew before
And so this view
From a moment’s saunter
Uncovered from the night
Has spoken words into my core
Has guided me to Light
About the Creator
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Maryam loves writing poetry and all things meaningful. Depth is the language of her heart and poetry the pen she uses to convey it. She is a devout friend of nature, Beauty, and all things led by Truth‘s Hand. Divine Love is her healing.
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