Drawn to the Source (Thin Places 2 - The Completed Poem)
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Drawn To The Source
Drawn to the Source
Eyes of fire!
Behold, beauty
Lights the opening to a portal,
A "thin place,"
Within which a dog rose, tightly wound,
Unfurls -
Reveals its heart, and
Cries,
"Holy!"
In here,
I know and am known.
I could pass right through you,
And you through me -
Transparent,
Guiltless,
Guileless -
Free.
Whispers within...
"I can't take it in...
In this place, in this moment
We love without sin!"
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We love without sin. so true. nicely done
You really are an artist! - poet, writer, photographer.
Beautiful!
christianesk Hub Author 2 years ago
Jill and Ralwus - always positive. Cheers, my dear appreciators. Is that a word - "appreciators?" I'm gonna use it.