The Breath Of Love
I felt in the grip of a total depression;
as tho reality were floating away;
feeling in great need of confession;
praying the Master look my way.
It seems as tho I’d entered guilt’s season;
waiting for answers to surface;
vainly seeking the voice of reason;
struggling to find my purpose.
I felt helpless; in the twilight of life;
loneliness; the cloak, that I wore;
sitting alone; in the darkness of night;
longing for someone to live for.
Vain hope, fuels all of my dreams;
as thoughts struggled for breath;
although nothing’s as bad as it seems;
without love; life is death.
Suddenly, a vision of beauty appears;
an angel, sent from above;
her very image diminishes my fears;
I inhale her breath of love.
In my darkness; I could see the light;
dreaming of the love, I miss;
my angel of love conquered the night;
my soul imagined her kiss;
Out of night’s bondage; I became;
freed by an angel from above;
all past guilt; no longer germane;
experiencing the breath of love.
Monty 11.20.25. # 3,069