Jacob Berg Poems
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Absorbed into a serene slumber,
the Angel rests her tired soul.
Eyes closed, deep breaths rising and falling in her chest,
She wanders further into the lucid forest,
Her spirit serving as Her guide to the heavens.
I reach out- a gently trembling hand seeking Her silky flesh.
With a pause, hesitant, my fingers glide over Her back,
each stroke bringing another step forward to bliss.
Beauty with such purity is a rare sight in this world-
Love manifested into human form, perhaps.
Do I, mere shameful mortal I am, deserve to be graced with Her ...
Choose the sign by which to follow,
to give your every last bit
of freewill and spirit to wholly.
Live by the sign;
devote your entire being unto it;
refuse to abide by another.
Within the land, the earth,
there lies the source for power beyond imagination.
It is here where we shall make our living;