Thy steps are Grace,
Thy state is Vane,
Thy eyes shine'st bright
They'r all men's Bane.
I'm seeing you
And going in
In to the maze
Of thy vast being.
I loose myself,
I there dissolve,
You take my breth
And I go stall...
Such beauty lives
On sinful Earth,
Such wonder makes
Us go beyond,
Beyond The thoughts,
Beyond the dreams
Into the land
Of mortal sins...
Be blessed...
©Dhoaras McDunnan
To You
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