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Simplicity Walks Hand in Hand With the Divine
Simplicity walks hand in had with the divine.
Eyes are said to be windows, portals
Into the very hearts of man and beast.
Yours push me, lead me into an oblivion
Of wondering stars, trailing galaxies
And moons upon moons.
How hard it is to be torn between
The world I live in and the very Heaven
In which I am placed when in your presence,
Carried by the chariot which is your
Angelic voice. The face of Helen would cast
A thousand ships to battle over beauty
When your own would cast thrice that
Across the world for little recourse save
The ability to claim to have done it for you.
It is harder than the marble face of David
To describe what it is you strike into my heart
With trained chisel and steady hand.
Lest the words which pour from my
Own mouth drive you away from me
The granite and sand foundation upon which
I stand quakes in your presence, as you
Move all that is me. Cast me back to
The shadows from when I came when
Your light is weary of casting upon
This hardened shell the warmth
And radiance of the sun.
Let your hand find my own
So that I may hold that which is you.
Let your lips meet my own
So that I may taste that very ambrosia which is you.
Let your eyes gaze into my own
So that I may but glance through the window
Of the angel whom has graced me with her
Presence.
Simplicity walks hand in hand with the divine,
And it could not make me happier.
