Prayer

The secrets of my heart were written on the passing clouds and falling rain,

Grasped only by a cherubs wing to be lifted and whispered in the ear of God

His flaming spirit will promptly tear elements asunder
to answer, my cry with causing even a slight thunder

Entering my soul before the last heart string breaks

he connects the invisible dots to read my mind

he touches my soul and make me whole inside

This divine intermission tantalizes me with wonder;

Your beauty, it astounds me

as your love, it slowly surrounds me.