Cradle
Time and its essence was birthed by your wisdom;
the stars, they are numbered,
as they play at Your Feet.
Your Holy Presence gives light to the sun,
night becomes day, only to repeat.
You bathe my life, in the sweet glow of Mercy;
no human hands could incite such a touch.
So; I will close my eyes, and like the stars that rest above me,
sleep in the rapture of this cradle I call Love…
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