Many Meetings’ With Love Poets’

Kindness sister Krissy

If ever I should become a Love~ poet of sorts’

and I should answer love’s highest call

to be won like thunder on cloudy days or

quietly sit in God’s terrain, smell the sweet fragrance of prayers drifting by

dripping with desperate pleas’ and why, why why,

but suddenly in the foggy trance of grace.

in the midst and in the haze

there but only love should appear,

to drown out our puddles of gloom and fear,

lead us to a secret place,

change our dirty garments, give us holy names

with no more worry, no more pain

wrap us in infinite arms…

I’ll say I met the poet’ of poets’

all that God is, and all that love is,

and all that God is,

Love…

kindness sister Krissy


11 responses to “Many Meetings’ With Love Poets’”

  1. ♡ My Goddess, SHE!!! Mother, Despite Crazy, Divine Female Behaviour, is so much more Caring, Nurturing and Mega Supportive than My “God”, HE!!! Father

    …♡♡♡…

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