Oh! how sweet that touch, my moment of grace. I didn't know much, then, my first taste. So precious the feeling; it drew me near. I found myself yeilding, when it first appeared. There is no equal, no experience to compare. Unique are it's sequels; a mixture of love/care. Much like a soathing breeze, it encompassed my soul. Call it "a spiritual tease", wooing: "come" i was told! Forget "your" romantic nights; such the sunlight ends. This bright adoring light, it's truely a friend. It didn't try to leave; after a one night stand. Grace, embraces and cleaves, took me by the hand. For cleansing of the heart, grace is precious and dear; a swirling spiritual bath, until christ re-appears.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:The sound of grace.