GODS GIFT
How can love wave from distances beyond where a
heart travels to beat?
If it weren't for God, how would I exist?
The gift of heaven,
Destined so beautifully,
Bowing to my queen,
Gifting my entirety at purity’s feet.
Such love is a language, my darling sky.
I give and give with no such goodbyes.
To you, I am like a child of a foreign tongue.
But this love raises my maturity to speak.
There, my darling, you've broken all strengths, and such
beauty makes even steel weak.
Now that God has given me life,
All that is mine I share for two,
Finding love and beauty
where God placed my universe's center in you.
From A Poet’s Destiny
GOD’S TOUCH
Ten thousand mirrors shall break
Before marrying reflective light,
Witnessing unswept beauty
Vibrantly shine,
As if God held halos,
'Hello, heaven?'
How glorious is such a sight?
Continuing prosperity,
Arising in its unconditional self,
Yet judgment and enmity challenge love, despite blight.
But flames and swords feud,
Praising forth entitled rights,
Protecting thriving content,
Thus, silhouettes' stature ascends bright,
Beauteous statuette,
Shall you outlive the memories of the evening,
Until wars are won,
And the maker meets pardons,
Concluding lovers bidding night,
Goodnight, goodnight,
Goodnight…
From A Poet’s Destiny
HELD
Empyreal sublime,
Arise, arise from coursework's beautiful night.
Declare solemn presence,
Purposely sanctify this soul's way,
Virtue's birthright,
Ordain these hands, praising heavenly heights.
Such unconditional compassion
appraising conservations of the warmest touch,
savior's light,
Til moonlight burns cold.
Godspeed this journey,
Requesting faucets to pour beauty’s love into
immeasurable universe’s hollowest spaces above.
As stars sit of you,
where darkness existed in my eyes.
Skylines, skylights flicker gold,
Skyward gazes,
Of breathtaking life, I behold.
From A Poet’s Destiny
