My soul meets its equal it blooms like a rose God takes up His pen and begins to compose pink, honey sunsets bursting new life writing on my soul music, love sweet sacrifice writing on my soul inscribing them forever never to forget unearthly, holy language in flaming, graceful script at times the pen is heavy etching on my soul carving painful stories burning tender holes it weeps for its kindred who cry out in despair touched by their struggle and strengthened in prayer eternally united in one timeless goal to love without end for this works my soul