The Supreme Divine Poem by Helen Crutchett
The Supreme Divine
I rise from my bed in the dead of night
To pen my lonely poems,
Sleep will escape me until I release
The longing for you in a prayer ---
My heart taut as lyre strings
Long to see your face, alas
You are beyond the veil
Preparing a place in the temple of
the Supreme Divine--
In a garden haven of fragrance sweet
You will hand me the rose of love,
I, will give you my Soul ---
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