touch me . . .deeply
the delicate fingers of my beloved
gently caress my “Easy”
as does an Angel tickles the Holy Harp
and i become alive with music
and my heart strings begin to resonate
with love
of all things
all existence
a symbiotic vibration
i kiss the sweet lips and
i suckle the breast of my Father
that i may know
of the gentleness
of His nurturing Love
let thy work be spoken
and may it’s edges be sharp
that it may cleave me
penetrate me
and that of my hardened heart
let the blood that spills forth
from this holiest of wounds
become written words
that fear not time, nor run away
from the consciousness of man
that we all may understand
and come to know thy Glory
touch me . . .deeply
© 7 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.
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