Spiritual poems

[ShadowsCool]

The Gentle Child

All power given onto,
All wisdom and discernment;
The gentle child in the field
Of whom the power is very pleased.

Beloved by the heart of them,
The three - men deny.
Who love themselves
As beast in the field.

Naked in their shame,
Denying the creator.
Hunting the child down:
To satisfy the one
They love.


A Goddess ~

That scorchingly beautiful woman
Beyond my dreams:
The eternal realm.

Born not of man
But of his dreams,
A godly princess, for though it seems.

She lives in a place
Not of rocks, nor flesh.
She is beyond the external.

Having no end,
Her beauty is everlasting.
Blinding to my mortal eyes.

She hears the heavens
Arch angels sing,
Serenading her divinity.

I stand on sands,
On stones and waves;
With beginning and end: my grave.

The mere beauty of her
I can not describe;
Her face is not privy to my mind.

She is a goddess
To the gods.
A woman of pleasure
To us mortals.

[Bar22do]

I'm not sure I understand properly your intentions, for me a bit contradictory, but perhaps only for me. And after I myself counter-serenaded "my" divinity in my recent post, I'm perceived perhaps, in the context of what I read here, as a blasphemer, so my right to comment on this is limited this time.

But I enjoyed reading you and your thoughts, and thank you a lot for having shared your experience!

Bar