Gilded Moments (By Rachel) - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I am open my beloved,
wide to you, the coming storm.
Thunder in the center from
lightning strikes from stone.
In the steamy heart of night
sharing, filling, stretching space,
Liquid gold and slippery silver
lighting up the precious trace,
on the way to touch a star.
Life complete and life asserting
Open body, open heart.
Lightning, thunder, flowing waters
what could be more touched by God?
Yin and Yang the true connection
Honest, equal, balanced forms.
Come in my arms and spend there
Time, and tide, are standing still.
Gilded moments are not wasted
Let your heart be overfilled.
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