The Ultimate Blessing Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

The Ultimate Blessing



Annoint my lips
Allow me to recieve your love
write scriptures on my toungue
a language only we understand
not spoken, but understood thru eye connections
{visual braile}
Let me inhale an Angel's breath
Breathe easy for a second
let me be first in your heart
the ultimate blessing
-Byron Cornell

Wednesday, November 1, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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