Addressing Love

Here in South Africa the new morning arrives with the freshness of rainwashed skies and the rainbird gurgeling his melodious sounds of contentment My eyes invite the Outeniqua Mountains to grace my breakfast table Please honour me oh Mountain with your white ostrich feather boa of promising clouds veiling the early morning sun But the Creator of that mountains suddenly summons me from my cosy bed of dreams I leave this paradise of picIturesque promises and strech myself to the desert of illusions and of barrenness I call upon you, oh Love! do not follow the mirage of darkness: that paradise is lost but look up to the Throne of Justice and of Truth see the glitter of the Sword which cuts away the bitter word - that bitter word of hurt ... that chaining word of hell which wishes to destroy all Hope as sure as Sun is veiled merely by clouds of deception, so is His Paradise: even within your desert springs the Fountain and lies the Key that shall forever set you free! MyRaIn reaction on EvolovE's comment on "For myrataal" by aiwaz ... Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 04:19 PM PST, Myra Lochner    0 • 12 • 8