Wednesday, March 2, 2022

prose

Awaiting sunset

Darkness forms it’s path
Creating a horizon in a deep blue colored sea

And the waves know they spread their mist and were  collected already 
all day from the clouds 
and they are full with their return
Coming up upon the shore in a gentle and calm unfolding 

“ lord speak thru me” I chant 
In a rocking with grand breathe”

I feel wise soft eyes whose lids lift in tilt towards the sky
In silence I breathe again
words I have  are not yet with knowing
I am love
And what can capture this
But something meta to it
That I know not yet to write

I pray 

To embody spirit 


“ lord guide me , guide others to me , to heaven on earth ,to a temple of kindness ,of grace ,of prescence  that becomes the only knowledge of who I am


The prayer of Solomon :

10 It pleased the Lord that Solomon had asked this. 11 And God said to him, “Because you have asked this, and have not asked for yourself long life or riches or the life of your enemies, but have asked for yourself understanding to discern what is right, 12 behold, (W)I now do according to your word. Behold, (X)I give you a wise and discerning mind, knowledge an open heart.

Amen 2022



Kmg