Treasure Island

Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

The Heart and God


In these things we are more than conquers,
In every part of earth, we live in a binary world,
On angels wings, by self, or with principalities,
And wondered if we got there alone or with God?

The heart and God, is entwined in all humanity,
In the eyes of a globe, we see a mirror crystal clear,
Of sparkling flame makes paradise so incredible,
Burn as fire, hot coals bloom in the atmosphere.

Innumerable company beneath the dome of heaven,
The hope we bore in a trance; blessed blissfully,
An Inseparable mind hidden in the shield of passion,
Words we say, melody hung like stars within the galaxy.

Gathered the warbling tune clustered in our heart,
And mount the trail where joy and turmoil converge,
With praise sang to God serenading loves fuller note,
In dreams boldly arise spirit flight with courage.

And the heart for God in this wonderful world unite,
Stronger chain binds an inseparable love of loyalty,
Though we fail with sinful shadows betwixt the light,
Our lives define the beauty of nature and reality.

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014
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