Let us sing the old, old song
Of the Love that’s freely given
Starbursts glitter! Infinite Mind’s
Regalia of joy we live in
Raindrops within raindrops
Indestructible ties are binding
Memories returning through
The darkened mist that shrouds them
Clawing your way up
From beneath the mire of ruin
Destined to be at one with
The eternal, shining mountain
I am you, and you are me
Sustained by His compassion
And you are me, and I am you
Forever in the service of Heaven
For an old friend.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Published by Ena Whiteraven
Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace imagination and creativity in an increasingly dark world. Some of her work has been featured online at The Poetry Bar and The Positivity Press. She also appears as a guest blogger on Spiritually Awkward Magazine / A Life Of Virtues.
In her spare time, she also enjoys reading, gardening, paper and nature crafting, learning new skills, and living the simple life. She’s also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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