I reach for the sapphire Heavens
...Filling my hands with the Firmaments Prayer
....On into the Ebon' of Noir'
...Where Broken Hearts, cry in despair
I must call upon My Maker.....
....Through My Ethereal Circumstance
...Floating, i, upon a Silken veil
...Of Salvations Divine Ambience
A Light and Warmth, it fills me
....It has raised me above the Sod
.....Floating e'er upwards in shimmering Ecstacy
...To, at last, Touch The Hand of God.
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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