A Beautiful Light
Oh how I cry at its beauty
Shining so lovingly
I wait to visit this Garden
The Garden of Light
Flowing from the fountain, God
Beauty beyond compare
How could I dare
To sin against this great light
This is a great fight
Tears pour from my eyes
Wanting to see My God
Bound to this accursed Earth
Sin surrounded
A Storm raging in my mind
I am so strong in the lord
His word pours from my mouth
Infinite light descending on Darkness
Shaken so drastically
Burning until his hand,
Such a cool hand,
Saves my soul from the fire
To every corner
Neverending light
Clause or none
Provoking Darkness into
The smallest nook
Not existing
The Complexity of his being
So simply put
Why is it so far away?
Its Not!
Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wait to visit this Garden The Garden of Light Flowing from the fountain, God What turn of phrase you have, lovely repetition of garden there, poetic but in everyday language still. This is super. I did a poem which referred to a fountain of light, 'Glide Me Till Senseless' it's called.