Scream The Silence

 

‘O ego, oh, Spirit of all greatness mighty

   …be I lonely a soul only I cry out to You….

Be the essences I beckon…..a fleeting moment’s

flight Thee

Guide me to bliss and to purest love true.

 

The enfoldment of  mystical caring and honor so true

               the befuddlement of all erring’s ways –

To blend the ego and spiritual ways…a balance too

new…

Yet as I behold – His caring for days

               weeks, months and years….so many, so few –

 

‘Tis the essence I love, be that as it may

               forgive me just now, as I trip on my prayers

I beseech Thee now as I struggle this day

               and get bogged down by many layers….

 

Of spring water tears that cascade my face

               and cleanse my soul once again….

It’s the Ego I yearn to have in my space

               as the darkness to dawn does wane.

 

To capture the Essence so elusive and free

               to have and to hold, and gently give back

It is the honor to share, and give unto thee…

               and quietly keep that part that is me - - -

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 12-27-02 Amy L. Allison

 

 

Loving someone on several levels is a most exhausting and exhilarating thing.  Someone

once sang that we were "Spirits In The Material World".   We ought keep this in mind -  

when we lose all hope in love.

 

 

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