Brenda Warman

A Poem For Bliss

Bliss, such a simple, formless creature,
Waiting to be emancipated from it's self-imposed shackles,
One fears its entrance because once it arrives,
There becomes no life without it's radiant presence.
It can find you in the most unlikely of places,
In depths of pain and sorrow comes an intangible force,
Lifting, guiding, re-energizing, providing a temple of safety,
A knowledge profound,
That you are never truly lost, thought you may wonder aimlessly,

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