When the Heart is Pure
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
I begin to see
the white robe
of divine light
as it engulfs my soul
and heals my mind...
I am one
with truth-
and it...
is a start
down the road of
consciousness-
lost somwhere
between
past fathoms
when I was blinded
by grey sorrows
I am here
to breathe
once more...
like dolphins
led to their mother's milk-
Forsake not...
when time stands still
for it is meant
to arrive
when the heart is pure...