Tuesday 25 November 2014

Heaven Whispers ..

Her heart was custom made in heaven to be my gentle maiden here on earth,
Here on earth my soul and heart calculated not when or how fall,
But when I fell she quenched the thirst of my unending anthems of fallen days,
Her presence made dead men seize to sing tunes deep into my nights, yes,
And her touch silenced the symphonies of ghosts that tortured my morning,
Daily with her, I feel a certain peace escape from heaven and unto me falling,
The terror that always awaited in the solace of the night now finds no room,
When I look into her eyes, heaven whispers, 'this is your freedom from blackbirds'.

Upon holding her close I know my missing rib has come back,
For in every beat my heart dares skip, hers beats to fill and complete the skipped beat,
The strength of gravity is outweighed daily when my soul ascends to meet hers,
She comes to me when the sun descends to meet the seas and I dare miss the scenery
Just to catch a glimpse of this masterpiece of nature taking on a path that leads to me,
Before Eve, she was God's first thought, In His wisdom He withheld her creation for me,
A glance casted deep in her eyes give reason as to why God said all He created was wonderful,
Yes, I can hear heaven's whisper saying 'fear not, this love is yours.'

As I lay my thoughts on her, a worship song arises from my the depths of my heart
For I see divine grace abounding the deepest of darkness- I melt,
So in the mercies of a stranger I lay this heart and it healed from all scars inflicted,
Convinced I am that a rose she is that grew on this grave and gave new life,
The possibility of life with her absence vapoured away when I dumped the ignorance of her existence,
She means everything, not a cloud up in the sky nor a shoulder to lean and cry on,
Neither a star in the night nor a rainbow mediating the sun and the rain,
Glorious whispers from heaven say, 'let these symphonies of love caress your heart'.

(c) Anduvate Ray Solomon
I do not own any rights to the photo used above


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