October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments

Heaven wraps around
a fiery ball on a cane,
held by a ghost so round;
who created the stars,
moon, and sun…
that we are…
what we feel…
Who is not far.
The heart is real,
holding a city…
where innocence can stay,
addresses the committee
through a bright doorway.
Warnings of gifts into rust,
a world of plentiful gold,
a body of dust…
to rip a bionic blindfold
before a masterful facade~
Have you ever seen the face of God?


© Sonya Rose

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