The morning dew dare not compete with You
for freshness or a sparkling shine.
You hold the mind with radiant hue
and inner thought sublime.

Like moonshine glancing over silver streams,
or sunbeams dancing, dappling leaf and bough,
Your eye, all-seeing, gleams,
the Knower of the now.

The past is lost to memory;
no future hopes distract my mind,
absorbed in just this moment’s dream.
Enraptured by your gaze – to all else blind –

all thoughts consumed in this one flame,
my heart ignites,
and perfume fills my nights.

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Enchanted
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Enchanted
Description
Nina Marshall shares her stirring sonnet on the Divine
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