PEARL ORCHIDS & YOUR PURIFYING FOUNTAINS
I don’t know what it is exactly about your eclipsing intangibilities,
and your godly essence continually persuading me with soulful direction.
But your magnificence touches me so deeply, words evade my lips,
inside the vagrancy of my own soul…(seeking you)
So much so, that I surpass all questions within your penetrations of me…
It is as if a carrousel of visions announced intrinsic divinity;
An unstoppable transcendental invasion of all my earthen beliefs.
And the hallows, inside my heart, began to quintessentially sing,
as I seen the glaucescent trumpets arrive,
with the glory of the spurious wind…
Equipping the quietude of my thoughts, with a chalice of promise,
I poured the secrets of my spirit into your purifying fountains;
Cleansing all that ever was, into all that is meant to be, within me.
Kissing the pious blessings of your deleterious abundances;
I gratefully become one union inside this blissfulness of your divine alters…
Adorning the beatific perfumes of your majestic gardens,
I plucked a pearl orchid, and a scarlet lily from the trellis of faith;
Where the moon flowers are awaiting the breadth of eventide.
And the harmony of the seasons collide upon melodic songs,
escaping into the gentleness of your presence as a quietus echo…
Embracing all that I am, inside the beauteousness of your unyielding love,
I fearlessly release my soul without question,
to fall deeply into the gloriousness of your edenic bounty forevermore…
© 2012 Poetry Devotionals: Victoria L. McColley
INSPIRATIONAL SCRIPTURE & BIBLICAL READING: 1 CORINTHIANS 13: 2-7 (KJV)
13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
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