Gifts of God

Water of life flows in my heart
We hear the stars serenade
Orion’s Belt seems too breathe
Raindrops dappled with tenderness
Clouds clasp the blue sky
What is love but seeing beauty

When spiritual order is touched we smile
Spirit of life glows in morning sun
Moonlight of feathers in your kiss
These dancing circles of golden rings
Ceremonies of ancient wine
We are the angels on the wing

Gentleness exciting the blood of ghosts
Grandfather clocks chime in the parlor
Mystical winds stare in dream catchers
Cryptic eyes from lore folded in time
We are the myths dancing in elegance
Gifts of God brighter than wildfire

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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