Tuesday, 7 April 2015

FAITH

On the stairs of heavens,
The eyes of a mystery I stare
That which the windows of
The soul deny is true and clear.
Swiftly, Aye; the feet of my soul arise to dare

Yearning for nothing only to pair
Keenly, let your hearts ear
Be possessed with attention
And let the eyes of knowledge
see as the spirit says;

‘’In the womb of the mystery is all existence,’’
‘’In the womb of the mystery is all healing,’’
‘’In the womb of the mystery is all peace.’’
Wonder not that which this mystery be
For faith lyeth within thee.




3 comments:

  1. all you need is a love for poetry...enjoy you ride

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  2. Original and natural, less artificial but more close to heart. Nice.Keep it up.

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