Womb's Divine Echoing Poem by james watkin

Womb's Divine Echoing



Living soul, from my hand
Out clouds' brightening hung
Dropped, aslanted;
Little seed, by Love's own
Force of warm blowing, and
Breath, implanted;
- Also with this knowledge
Innate, as dormant, that
"Heaven's within".
An angel, yet upstood,
And strong; in its virtues
Full-flowering.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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