• alisdaire_ocaoimph 6w

    The day

    The day opens up like a prayer
    One that lingers deep within
    Lays draped upon the tongue
    And pours out vibrantly clear
    To the honour of its maker.
    And in the vacuum of space
    In the silence where
    Hope beholds its desire
    Comes the faint echoe of Gods voice
    Hovering over the waters of the soul
    I Am Here.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph