Held
Save the moment when He speaks your name
In words or ways only a heart is able to hear
And it is not meant for the mind or the throne
For the heart is a totem, a miracle to atone
Somewhere to live by in the senses of the world
Its colours dance to the tune of their Creator
Like blooming roses in the Summer winds
Or the renewed world in heralded Spring
Simple and thorough are the thoughts of a man
He who lives in his own realm at the edge of reality
Waiting for when he hears his name spoken
It is then he knows he is not alone,
For He is always with him, as is to all that are born
Michael Aquilina 12.04.2023