Beyond the persistent thoughts of you,
There is a part of me unaltered;
For this fervent love I feel for you,
It is a mortal one, and falters.
When my soul is in communion with God,
In silence of the moment dwells:
Immortal, pure, eternal Love;
The emanated Light can tell.
Each one of us with its predestined path,
We feel it tangible with The Divine:
We all have a purpose in this life:
I wonder which is mine…
Discovering the purpose of our life is in itself a purposeful pursuit. An excellent write.
Brilliant writing, yet another thoughtful poem, heartfelt.........lest me speechlesssssssss.beyond ratings..
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'Beyond the persistent thoughts of you There is a part of me unaltered; For this fervent love I feel for you, It is a mortal one, and falters.' this is the mortal clay when not time fired into sparks of immortality 'When my soul is in communion with God, In silence of the moment dwells; Immortal, pure, eternal love; The emanated Light can tell.' radiant encapsulated in divine bliss 'Each one of us with its predestined path, We feel it tangible with The Divine; We all have a purpose in this life; I wonder: what it’s mine? ' knowing our mind soul, in shades of light to despair adversity, is a solid preparation for our journey you already know I love this poem with kaleidoscopic images turning in mind's eye :)