Another poem my mom wrote on Easter Sunday 1983. While many do not directly relate to Easter, I think in her way they do, as she was aware of the holiday and her feelings.
I am overpowered By the love Of all I know Have known Have failed And pusillanimously Have acknowledged. My heart overflows With saline divinity Streaming anguish In a wringing of the heart A purging of the me That is too small For the volume Of this love. Pity me A victim Of this too much That cannot be Equivocal Or blase. I love you And you know Who you are. Therefore, I love God. He and you And my love Are all the same, For we are God And he is we. Words fail. Only music Can name Our truth - Each to each. Only there And in prayer Is where Human limitation Is released And we are Know - Each to each Ineffably.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)