Sometimes I read my own words,
I know, they’re mine, but…
in their chords
I really hear an open space
Of heaven
in its quiet pace.
I sense those steps of spirit realm,
That special feel of other helm,
A new dimension from above,
I love its everlasting love!
The vision of the Cross…
a bridge
Between the One who has a speech
And simple me
…and those of us
Who have their hearts as clean as glass.
Everlasting love
© Copyright: Роман Углев, 2013
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