Arte Et Labore Poem by DM W

This poem was forged
From the deep silence of prayer.
I labored long in solitude
To realize its form.

It's a longing for insight
In an age of indifference
It's an awakening to the Light.
It's a hymn to moon, stars and sun.
It's the angel's lament in the fevered night.
It's the soft embrace of lullabies.
It's the profound kiss of wedded bliss.
It's the peace that passes mortal cares.
It's a sun burst of devotion
To sweet visions of Eternity.