In Consoling Arms
In Consoling Arms
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Come, rest in the consoling arms of love,
where worlds cease to exist beyond one,
one perfect moment frozen, where reality falls from grace,
and souls immersed in blissful abandon,
revel in surging emotions and a heart stilled by purpose.
Come, lay your weary head next to mine,
and wash away those troubles that haunt your waking hours,
stir your heart to a numb, desperate escape,
from all that contends with your will,
and the dreams you hold so dear.
Come, speak to me of your woes,
those thoughts that limit your steps forward,
the fruition of all you want in this world of illusions,
this kaleidoscope of fears and doubts,
that peer through your darkened window.
Come, still your mind of all hurt and past pain,
and let go these spectres of malicious intent,
instead, feel this moment of consolation,
imbibe its nourishment and breath clean air,
and rid your soul of all malice.
Come, and let me soothe your life,
caress its perfection and adore its essence,
for who you are is all there is, all that is important,
and I see you, in all your magnificence,
surrendering to yourself in that acceptance.
Come, let me love you as you deserve,
completely, infinitely and without fear,
for you in my arms is all the nourishment I need,
beyond all else, a heart in the state of joy,
a mind at peace with life.
Love is our greatest achievement, our greatest experience and our defining potential as human beings.
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