My Poem

Forest of greens in which I hide,

By Your side river flows 

Moving back and forth, my boat 

Ever clings to Your side

Peacefully dwelling in freshness,

You are the morning dew on Lily;

Purifying scent, fire that consumes 

sacrifice - bringing lyrical atmosphere

Raised up, looking down and

Feeling rain against my skin,

From within You give consolation;

An umbrella to preserve 

The dove keeps flying,

He provokes mighty winds 

To send back down torrent of oil

That stimulates mechanic in me

Plunged in total darkness, 

You are the Light shining Eastward

That gives message to my sleep;

Capacity to read the signs

The sound of Your presence 

I call: my refuge -

It produces ineffable promise

And I call you: My Poem.