God's Door Closes Not (Sonnet #121) Poem by Tina Baaklini

I'm not a Saint, but I fear Mighty God,
I'm not an angel, but I don't break hearts,
I'm a repenter, God's door closes not,
God remains when all acquaintances part.

He's my Creator, from His Heart I stem,
His Soul dwells within, a Soul of perfection,
A soul split into two: a man and a woman,
Since then my soul wonders: when is the reunion?

And now we walk hand in hand, sweet soulmate,
The power of love brought us back together,
Your tender heart is the home I belong to by fate,
Exiled I feel no more, but full of splendor.

In the heart, the temple of God exists,
Love is the philosopher's stone of alchemists.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk