
God does not write to me, no
He does not write…
✨
Too far, too far, is the book, written, done;
no he does not write to me in
waiting
Letter to me
Thou I sung…sounding brass, a tinkling cymbal
✨
Letter that is not there, but here, in
My hands
entering my eyes,
my hands
Kissed by watherfalls…
✨
I forgive me
And leave to the
Letter
I wrote with the horizon line of dawn in a new Day, today…when
Not to me
Not mine
My God born
In
Darkness
✨✨✨
God writes
with mighty hands
In sight
Of my apple’s eye ✨
Light
✨
My whirlwinds knight
Rides on angels highest
✨


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Ah yes, those - My whirlwinds knight. Rides on angels high. Love those lines.