Aurora Lodestone Poem by Smoky Hoss
Aurora Lodestone
'Silence is God's first language.' - John of the Cross
When the sky clears
and radiance out shines the dark
beauty is unbounded.
Beyond reason... beyond senses.
There breathe in the light,
become enveloped, soaked
with lumination's love.
Rise. Take flight.
Search the Unknowable.
Glide through the liminal.
Enter the aurora,
where heaven and earth are indistinguishable.
Open the dark curtain of space and time.
Join the heart of the universe.
Here knowledge dwindles,
only the trust of Love makes certain sense.
You'll find no compass in this realm;
navigation is done according to faith alone.
- Silence, we are told, is
the only true sound in space,
the total consumption of holiness.
Let it draw us quietly onward...
far ahead lies the true horizon!
Far ahead lies the true horizon ".. lovely poem. Most endearing. Enjoyed it. Thank You for sharing.
An excellent poem dear poet. Many congratulations for this beautiful poem being selected as Poem of the Day!
Hearty Congratulations for the Poem of the Day. Most deserving poem that affirms the presence of God and his boundless grace.
This poem was already one of my favorites, and now I congratulate my pal Smoky for having it chosen as Member Poem of the Day!
Simply wonderful, Smoky. I have added it to my favorites and given it five stars. Heartiest congratulations on having it selected as member poem of the day!
Just beautiful, Smoky! Congrats on poem of the day. Five stars and to my favorites!
Silence is the holy sound of God. Its illumination and radiance shines beyond time and space. A wonderful poem that deserves top marks. To my favourite as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem draws me in like a moth to the flame, like a fleck of iron to the magnet. A fantastic creation, , Smoky! To my favorites!