Monday, September 7, 2015

Love through Faith Flowers

There’s warfare waves wafting through a jungle of souls a
need to retreat into a cocoon of love. I saw it written where
a saint cried for mercy to channel for God. She died a love
colored in holiness to rise into a fortress of warfare; but
such comfort to extract for answers a wealth for suffering.
I speak a background drizzled in paradox to crawl on
high for a sensation evident in personality. We want for a
kaleidoscope to examine for properties to vet for proofs
in a mirror. If we sit to fly to return filled with tears, what
must I give? I love—becomes a vehicle to simmer in both
joys and pains. It’s not for pain that I disbelieve; and it’s
not for joy that I believe. It’s for a manifestation grounded
in reconstruction, faced with miracles, a spoken language
through disposition. Stems are soaring within psyches to
electrify forces moving through ghostly portals. So forgive
to be free where love is bound in love even chained to
love and unfettered by love. I touch for heart for heart to
live through touch. It’s ever our love as free as kindness.  

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