Galaxies away the echo of stars makes her bloom
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand *
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart;
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe...
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free
no longer part of this global world.
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only
to One identifiable light, HIS own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth
arrives, making her whole once again.
A BEAUTIFUL SHARING...HOW POWERFUL 'HIS' STARS ARE, INDEED, BUT THEN 'FIRST CHRISTMAS EVE' WAS A SHINING DEMONSTRATION OF THIS! ENJOYED VERY MUCH! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH....HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Mystic, this is beautifully written. For me it describes a mystical dimension of being. The illustration of Christine Hilbert’s book enhances your writing of transcendence. Reading this feels like a journey, with wonder in these parts: “this rose made of warm….”. I love that image. And even though I don’t know what an IVEAN cloak is(looking up the word brought describers of ocean, but I also saw images of hooded cloaks), that line makes me want to tuck into a cloak of safety right about now, for this global world is heavy in itself. And then, your last two lines are so very uplifting….what is heavy but a concept. Thank you for writing this glistening contribution. ~~ djl
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