The Powers of the depths
in a gasp of pain
rise to the realm of Intensity.
The songs of the soul,
then
meet the dance of the body.
The heart meets the sky
and when the horizons widen,
love spends itself in
fire
into a burning blessing.
Love is its own reward.
Aim at the stars
and not at mountain peaks.
Life is a celebration
when you aim high.
Have an increased vision and expectancy. There is so much more., for us to receive. Loved your poem. Inspiring and encouraging! ; D
'Aim at the stars and not at mountain peaks. Life is a celebration when you aim high.' - I am indeed very much inspired by these words; aim high to celebrate life! The most intriguing lines of the poem: 'love spends itself in fire into a burning blessing' - These words made me think and think over and over again!
There is unlimited power if love within soul. This inherits values and power of resistance. The Powers of the depths in a gasp of pain rise to the realm of Intensity. Life is a celebration. With power of dignity of souls we can cross mountains and stars to touch peaks. An excellent poem this is really.10
yes, love is its own reward. love is its own reward. amen, tony. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i had to read twice and slowly to understand the depth of your verses.. The heart meets the sky and when the horizons widen, love spends itself in fire into a burning blessing. love spends itself into a burning blessing. so nice