Pilgrim Poem by M.G. Knight
Pilgrim
Dare I call you Godess?
In the ambit of your luminous beam,
unabashadly seeking slopes and planes,
I'm made and unmade and made again.
Hot nector nurishes,
I pine for your coucil,
the interminable inclination of your orbit.
supplicating with my eyes, fingers, thoughts
the magnificent macrocosom of your being.
Oblation of my marrow,
I am your pilgrim,
Everything interrupts you.
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5/3/2024 1:39:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful poem, Matthew