Before words became the tools of expression This love was sung with the effulgence of glory Too sacred for the unclean lips of fallen man This love existed above time But this love entered time That this love may be eternal Before love became how lowly you can go This love shrunk God into a […]
my poems are beings, they stand beside me and whisper counsel into my ears and my Pen? a pen of the Pen in a hand of The hand. Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.
