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
I love that you incorporated both sweet flavor and the pain of life.
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