What the Beloved did to the moon
causing it to shine bright amongst the dark night,
May He do to my heart
causing it to become enflamed with Love amongst the darkness that envelopes me!
May He tear it apart if he wishes
And again join it together
With Love.
With His radiant smile,
With His powerful gaze,
May He take my surrendering soul.
Just like the moon I'll become a servant of my Beloved.
Oh,
Let me become a servant of the Moon!
The same Moon
that witnessed my Beloved,
that served my Beloved,
that was gazed at by the blessed eyes of my beloved,
that became a companion of my Beloved..
Oh Moon, speak to me!
Tell me about Him.
The one who remembered me, before I knew me.
The one who shed tears for me, before I ever shed tears.
Tell me, Oh moon, speak to me!
Speak to me..
"Why are you speaking to me when He hears you? Speak to Him. He awaits your call"
The Moon spoke without speaking.
The words were heard from deep within,
the words of wisdom, in His name I'll begin..
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Written after attending a few beautiful soulful gatherings that felt like home.
Home is with the Beloved but before I get there I need to sit with those that Love my Beloved so I may learn how to truly Love.
I hope by my heart being in the presence of the heart of a true Lover, it also adopts even an ounce of such Love.
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The Lover of Love
RandomMy first attempt at writing so feedback is welcome! ● This is the journey of a Lover. Each part in a deliberate order to reflect states and stages one passes with Love. A collection of poetry, quotes and descriptions about Love, written by myself an...
