Post by deborahk on Aug 20, 2006 15:10:26 GMT -5
A fine tuned instrument,
honed from the stores of His own heart;
engraved and moulded
with the precious metals of the soul -
Courage, strength...yes, and weakness too.
And then He etches His signature upon each.
All of our hearts belong to light;
transparent in mortal sight -
of substance, seen through
the eyes of the inner being.
Enlightenment; a place of solitude -
of oneness, sometimes aloneness;
Individual through all
this great universe.
We must learn to hear,
have our ear ever upon the whisper within us -
An angel’s caring, soothing voice,
guiding hand.
Reach up, touch the sky
with everything you are -
and with all that you hope to be.
© Deborah L. Kelly
honed from the stores of His own heart;
engraved and moulded
with the precious metals of the soul -
Courage, strength...yes, and weakness too.
And then He etches His signature upon each.
All of our hearts belong to light;
transparent in mortal sight -
of substance, seen through
the eyes of the inner being.
Enlightenment; a place of solitude -
of oneness, sometimes aloneness;
Individual through all
this great universe.
We must learn to hear,
have our ear ever upon the whisper within us -
An angel’s caring, soothing voice,
guiding hand.
Reach up, touch the sky
with everything you are -
and with all that you hope to be.
© Deborah L. Kelly
