Morning Sun

sunmoon

Oh morning sun, kiss my shivering lips
Awaken the dead prophecy , hasten to me
Untold passion for I stand alone to cherish.
Declare me worthy of your burning flames
Declare me holy from the holiest things that had me captivated.
Become the paladin that set my soul to infinite bliss.

You are the ointment that can heal my wounds
Hear my calls I need your healings.
I stumble from this slumber, craving your warm touch.
Oh morning sun
Come kiss my shivering lips, set me free into divine embrace.

Poem by   Micheline Jean Louis

Painting by Unknown

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