🌸 A Prayer 🌸

 

Cherish the word you give,

It trembles at my heart.

No scarlet sorrow dares intrude,

Nor fear forbids the start.

 

A tale from holy goblets

Enchants the listening all.

Not once, nor twice, but thrice it comes,

A spirit’s silver call.

 

So near the ear is lured,

I yearn for simple truth.

My soul, unrobed, confesses

The frailties of its youth.

 

Speak without the blue,

Only what I need.

The sweetest gift to touch the core,

Where silent wounds are freed.

 

Head and heart conspire

To heal what time has blurred.

They merge their subtle choir

In one unspoken word.

 

Within the fuchsia hearse I ride,

Through galaxies of verse,

Till compassion’s gate receives

My fraught yet timeless grace.

 

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🌸 Poet’s Note 🌸

 

This piece is a meditation on love and truth — how they enter the heart, strip away old frailties, and guide us toward healing. It is both plea and surrender, carrying the hope that head and heart might merge in one unspoken word. A Prayer rests between longing and release, a quiet journey through verse toward compassion’s gate.