"Cradle"

Piece I wrote few years ago about how everything is held fast, in Hands of the Only One qualified to hold it....

Time and its essence was birthed by your wisdom.
the stars,they are numbered,
as they play at Your Feet.
Your Holy Presence gives light to the sun,
night becomes day,only to repeat.
You bathe my life, in the sweet glow of Mercy;
no human hands could incite such a touch.
So, I will close my eyes,and like the stars that rest above me;
Sleep in the rapture of this cradle I call Love…

Reviews

[Indimeco]

"night becomes day,only to repeat."
I definitely agree with the face value of that line. It's all ongoing; nothing is static.
"So, I will close my eyes,and like the stars that rest above me;/Sleep in the rapture of this cradle I call Love…"
I have often thought of writing something similar to this, but I feel your take on it would be much more accepted by the populous. I have to say that this piece is quite lyrical. Great job.

[IAmGhost120]

Very nice. I like the image of love as a cradle. You're missing a space between the "," and the "t" in "the stars, they are numbered" - but I'm just nitpicking (it's a reflex). Good write.

[EMF]

In all honesty, it's beautiful.

[fireblossom]

Beautiful. Devotion and respect. Not much else to say as it is just perfect.

[J Todd Underhill]

For a brief piece I liked this, I can only imagine to be cradled in the arms of love! I miss it!

[Marshal Gebbie]

From a pagan's perspective....
I see beauty emanating from the individual not the entity.
YOU produced this glistening pearl. It originated from your beautiful mind.
It's all yours Babe.
Take credit for it!

[Eclipsing Moon]

you and God talking...very sweetly innocently accepting of his Mercy..

[Chris]

Few prayers are as soft.

Technically I won't say a word BECAUSE its not needed or really appropo - Its a prayer... and prayers are personal and real and between the speaker and the Infinite.

Take care,
Chris

[. serah .]

indeed
love is magic potion
to soak in it
is to soak it in

[Moto Kaligawa]

For me there is a religious sense of awe, in the simple progression of the immediate to the cosmic and then to one's self, as well as the knowledge of who's hands are actually holding us in place. The Love greater than its mundane shadow.

Nicely painted.

[Kenneth S.]

Nice work for sure.