The Bride of Christ

Cloudless days and streaming suntrails light

your presence with a glow of radiance, yet

words can not explain the meeting as easily

as the meeting of water fallen from high

ledges to flattened stones, refreshing the

new moss grown after the half frozen lake

thaws. In full moon you bloom as the petals

of a rose, outstretched for its first light,

drying drops of dew left to nourish its life!

Features equal of great sculptures or

wonderous monuments and everything beautiful!

My dreams enhanced by your sight and my lobes

softly brushed by your pleasant voice as you

whisper of shyness!

 by  Gregory Louis Stevenson

Back to ToInspire Home Page