I love to the point where it is extolled
Until it is to the Divine that I turn
To learn to console
I feel to the point
Where my heart breaks
Like the clay cracked
Upon the containers of grace
I think I’ve been to heaven
With all of my vice
To be reborn where I am needed
Transforming Karma to might
When my eyes glisten
With the diamonds from sky
I thank the heavenly parents
For hearing my cries
Comprehending love
Is no easy task
In assuming the role
We learn to move past
The size of an element
That doesn’t exist
Yet allowed to thrive
Like a beam of light
Forever shining
Forever lit.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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