If I Could Poem by Poetic Judy Emery

If I could weep without fear
That would feel so good;
the more I read about true love
Is the more I hunger for it,
I could almost see it
feel it
I truly know where it is I belong.

But the olive trees are too far to reach
in a place of darken dreams;
all I hear are the screams of fear
crawling all over me,
the bread and palm of ancient years
I could almost see the slaves are
the slaves of true love;
where the vine of ruby red wine
is being poured in a holy cup
that symbols heavenly love,

Words of truth pours out in every word
In caves of ancient times
Where the holy blood was poured out in
eternity of caves,
Where true love once stayed;
Where the slaves held on to their faith,
Oh, beautiful white Dove,
that was sent from to Syble God of true Love;
where Souls of happiness where being bless
Ships are out on sail;

Along ancient memories,
tunnels of love poured in the visions of slaves
that walked in Gods way;
In that old ancient cave
Is where bodies were deposited;


Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 Time 7: 39 Pm 5.6.017