Nightingale’s Dance
Glowing heart… On gentle feet..
Dancing ...dancing...
Purity beyond…. worldly matter
From leaf to branch... Sunset to sunrise..
The open horizons…
Strength and freedom eternal.
Heart no longer sealed..
Hands…embraces with abundance
Fingers that heal….and love
Words...of compassion and care
Visions of beauty…transcending all wisdom
Caresses ..eternally infinite.
Silvery moon rises..nights only hope
Constellations ...tell a story..
A million years never to forget.
Of an ancient day..never to return.
That Midnite Hour
The Virgin Mother kneels upon the floor
And holds her baby in her arm,
Her heart is gladder than her lips can say,
To keep her new born baby snug and warm,
A babe more sweet and fair and dear
Than any rose bud in the bright sunshine,
O, blessed maid, God's son is also thine.
Twas holy midnight, when He came to earth:
A drop of dew upon the fresh green grass,
A little star that fell upon her lap,
A cooing babe, that seeks her.
The hopes of all the sin-cursed world
Upon this baby's eyelids rest.
And ever since the midnight hour is holy,
To wonderment and love for Him who came,
To save the world, God's own incarnate Word.
He came in darkness, He who was The Light,
His godhead shone from clear blue baby eyes,
The curse of earth's first sin lifted then,
That midnight hour reopened paradise.
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