pluck the glad strings of my
heart
kind One
while I rest in Your lap
beneath Diana’s Grecian moon
and the dulcet notes of Your Love
no worldly words
no hidden petitions or agendas
only the
sound of Your holy breath
blowing soham
soham…soham
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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