It is a love in darkness wrought
obedient to the unseen sun,
longer than memory, a thought
deeper than the graves of time.
It is a love in darkness wrought
obedient to the unseen sun,
longer than memory, a thought
deeper than the graves of time.
My bank-manager could not sanction my continuance for another day
But life itself wakes me each morning, and love
Yet love can bring
To heart healing
To chaos meaning.
I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.
Of all created things the source is one, Simple, single as love remember The cell and seed of life, the sphere That is, of child, white bird, and small blue dragon-fly Green fern, and the gold four-petalled tormentilla The ultimate memory. Each latent cell puts out a future, Unfolds its differing complexity As a tree puts forth leaves, and spins a fate Fern-traced, bird feathered, or fish-scaled.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories