To believe that you echo me is to hear the bell chimes from long ago.
There is star dust in my flesh.
There are deserts in my eyes, and my feet are lit with a fresh wind where my soul and heart shall mesh
I see you now… it is you that I feel
Still I ask, “Will you stay? Are you real?”
Somewhere a leaf has fallen
It lands on sapphire water
I hear you calling.
I see your footprints in the sand.
The flame is burning the wood
There is no time to be false
For the camel nears the eye
And my days are beautiful in the heart of God
This wave of salvation carries me
From out of the foundation of collective memory, I deepen
In wide expansive spirals, I coast across the sea
These winks from the stars guide my way, as God wants me to know Her endless light.
And in the rocking lull, I wistfully sail above the troubled fright
Faithfully pray for her angel’s embrace
Here along the sand, in poems that lovers write
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Ancient Bells a Poem from Prayers For the Artist