Gift for the Poet

Berries of red, fruit of summer
Displayed in branches bare
Song of the stream, sings its sweet song
Beauty lifted in air

Glorious light, parade of the flow
Inspiring moment of heart
Winged take flight, in moment of grace
Outside of the seen, we depart

Letting go of the known, into voice of the soul
The journey of Spirit ascends
Glory of light covers the way
This time of being, transcends

Just You and me, Creator and soul
Embraced in the falling in-to
Melting into pure love, breath taken away
Surrendered, wanting nothing but You

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