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Sweet Love, You're my Constant Moonbeam. In Salute to Rasma Raisters (Gypsy Rose Lee)
He was a hundred and one and she ninety nine.
They held hands as their eyes met, shining
As radiantly as on the first day I saw them,
Some eighty years ago, on their wedding anniversary.
My mother almost made fifty, but alas!
Old Pete’s knackered heart gave up,
And God called them both, to the rainbow of eternity.
Sweet Love, You’re my constant Moonbeam,
Tears flow from my eyes as I feel You,
Like a vibrant sunrise,
Your golden rays luminating my Soul.
You cascade a stream of descending beams,
To ignite a flame in my despair.
O Bird of Light! O Beauty’s Gold!
Pour into my Heart Your supernal wine.
An inebriate, intoxicated by the sweetness of that fiery gaze,
Steep my inner Temple, with the Chalice of Thy matchless Bliss.
O Beloved, I am Your garden;
You are my Gardener par excellence.
Using an array of ever-transforming tools,
You prune my daffodils and petunias,
Add charisma to my dahlias and roses,
Until they blossom in Thy orchard, sacrificing
Their wafts and beauty to the grandeur of nature;
The glory of the Spirit.
Last night You visited;
I saw the same sparkle of that elderly couple,
Now magnified a thousand-fold in Thy cute gaze.
My mother’s Spirit came, wrapped and encircled me,
In Your shimmering Light.
I swooned as in a drunken stupor, calling out Thy name.
Alleluia! I see starlight’s and fireflies dancing in my core,
Your Love comforting and caressing my Soul,
As I soar, like the Phoenix, to yon distant land of immortality.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 13th July, 2016. ©Copyrighted.
~Awakening The Inner Light ~
Visions of Love
manatita reciting 'Drunk With Love.'
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