Delighted
Delighted I am
In your providence, your garden
Your soft hand nurishes my spirit
As my lullaby i start quitely to Croon…
Delighted I am…
When your twilights are no longer dead
As in your Arabian Nights where you
Keep me safe from evil surrounded by
Your beacon of dreams: Your fabulous full Moon….
Delighted I am…
When the Sun is rising in the east and I start singing my feast. It soothes and warms my days with its sensual rays.
As all proves to be my favorite Boon….
Delighted I am..
When left in your garden, your providence
When my past sorrows, atonements my fallen tree
With a gust of a wind are all forever Blown…
Jenayah Hela
@Spiritual Poetry
24/11/15
Delighted I Am…
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