Grace Poem by Itsoghole O Solomon

Grace



See her like the morning spring of spray
Douse the shriveled greens with dew
And from her heavenly boudoir ray
The drooped flora to brim life anew

Her crimson lips is bloomed rose
Enticing as bubbles of sweet fresh wine
And my heart enlivened by a dose
With a kiss possess by Muse divine

See her as she walks down the street
A perfect gait and feature she carries
Her skin glows with no blemish or grit
Arrayed with all the forest lilies

See her standing high atop the globe
For her lovers her hands spread afar
And makes all men long with her pose
Her bright eyes twinkling like the star

Let me come to hug you for all time
Oh dearest Grace, for you my heart yen
Fertile wife of Celibates in their prime
Daughter of God, mother of men!

She guards me to avoid any blame
To find goodness in all living beings
And with her cloak she covers my shame
To make out beauty from ugly things!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: virtue
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