Pruning And Dusting The Cobwebs of The Soul, To Grant You Love. A Sonnet

Come bury your sorrow.

The sun will shine again at another dawn,

And the nightingale gladden your Heart with its music.

New beginnings will spring forth from the birth of spring,

As the petunias blossom with delight.

True, you are in pain and your tears

Reach out to the ether, like sullen rain.

Mortals will try to console you,

But will not be able to comprehend your despair.

Only the Spirit can, and its mystic ways,

Dances with an effulgent beam, burning a lighted pathway,

Like the moon, deep within your aching Heart.

Ever embracing your sweet beauty,

It prunes and dusts the cobwebs of the Soul, to grant you Love.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted 27^th June, 2016.

~ Awakening The Inner Light~