Just Shy Of Heaven Poem by Patti Masterman
Just Shy Of Heaven
Just shy of heaven,
I'll meet your embrace;
Who parted the waters
Within sight of your face.
Incalculable word,
Bestirring your creation;
The first near breath
Of your vast ideation.
In white flames of matter,
Your name echoes still,
And vast ranks of angel
Are turning your mills.
Everything imagined
Has to exist,
Because of his potent
And loving first kiss.
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