Make The Time Poem by James Tipp

My emotions spill out in a sea of exclamations,
Taken to new depths of feeling, they explode from me,
Like the bursting dam filled to overflowing.
New territory explored and shared, with such feeling
Old ideas ditched and left behind as the new implodes
Captures you very being, holds it firm, self is found
Alive in the moments shared in ways undreamed of.
Such can be the meeting with the Godhead, in silence
Time given, is time to listen, but you must make the time.