Showing posts with label blessed sacrament. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blessed sacrament. Show all posts

Thursday, May 23, 2013

ON LOVE

 Love

comes in mist, in tears of hope, 
at dawn, in bloom, and in - darkness;

when there is nothing but a flame
and naked nights in an embrace 
of a full moon. 

Love comes so 
beautiful after wars, when everyone 

can drink freely, when there 
is peace and I am nothing 
but dust, and chipping coals 

begging the skies. 

about the author:

/ arrowtarget quote from the poem dead fire by rosevoc2.  both are my pen names.  thank you.  thank GOD it's Friday!

Corridors of Gold

Gold

When, in the Blessed Sacrament of Gold, 


Nested in the hours of longing


Breathed in me mercy

It was in the corridors -



/ a  quote from the poem corridors of gold by rosevoc2

On August 12. Ocean Voung on Writing