Divine in hope, of the rainbow fountain.
Down Cascaded droplets of new wonder.
In a pattern of creation color.
I am thinking of a number, in sense to draw a card of thunder.
That will cause a direction of plunder.
Within the church confines, I ask for new ‘Light.
I want to help the lost and troubled, that was part of a mustard seed in action.
Can I help my own sexuality of human life.
That was part of a restoration community, in a small place of Purple creation.
Like a single ‘Heart, touched by fear, in a weary manner of wordly motions, ‘lights of hope.
People walk in a path of the light they only really want.
Touch the church, and then leave the church.
Is a question, of a single train off the tracks.
So touch your ‘Heart and feel the beat.
Of what they call a ‘Love in waitting.
When the key finally opens.
You see a “dove of pure white ‘Light.
So reach for the ‘Heavens, in the clouds of ‘United ‘Grace.
Grace of Light, Your Summer Night.
Grace of Light, Your Direction, towards bright ‘Light’. !
Grace is a Light, a candle by night……
Thankyou and Take Care. Okay bye for now from Matt, a Poem of ‘Light’. 🙂 🙂 :O