Boaz
Softly,
In the twilight's growing shadows
May I lie,
As Ruth at Boaz' feet lay until dawn;
Bathing in the darkness
Till the flowing of his breath
Blew through her hair
Like breezes through the corn.
Weary
With the world I long to lose myself
In innocence;
To hold you like a chalice through my madness
And your calm.
Speak to me of lily flowers
More beautiful than Solomon,
And sparrows in the hand of God,
Secure and free from harm.
And where you go
I'll follow every step till sunrise
Startles me,
And cleanses me from memories
Entangled in my mind.
Reach beyond my restlessness
To touch the stillness of my soul,
And if sometimes I stumble,
Please be kind.
(Christina Croft)
The Original "Getting Real"
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2 comments:
Cristina, this poem is absolutely beautiful. Especially the line:
"I long to lose myself
In innocence"
The alliteration rolls of the tongue like, I don't know...creme brulee!
I also love "To hold you like a chalice through my madness" - the word picture is vivid.
Blessings,
~ Mikaela
Mikaela, thank you so much for your kind words. I deeply appreciate them :-)
Christina
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