Oh God your ways
are strange to us
For we are very
strange
But when you
make us pure in heart
How simple they
all are
The path between
the head and heart
Is a thousand
long miles long
And even the
first step cannot be made
Without the help
of the man
Truth flashes
between
The poles of
paradox
And can not be
grasped by mind
But in the heart
that is ready
It will settle
Perfectly still
flashing
Whistling
breathing and singing
Its impossibly
simple song
Heaven sent
I was standing
close to her
When memories of
beauty came
Like the scent
of perfume
On an unfelt
breeze.
Memories and
desire-hands
Face, limbs and
lips-friendly skin
But not her's- a
general recollection
Pleasant rather
than passionate
But it took me
by surprise
I’d forgotten
But I smiled as
I remembered
All that I had
been given in exchange
It was no
robbery.
WILF 0607
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