Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 3, 2016

Ode to the harpist~by Hela Tekali



Ode to the harpist

When the dawn descends soft
Lending the earth its superb grace,
How oft I think of you , my Lord,
Your love, your smiling face,

The migrant birds as to their nests fly
Twittering sweetly all the way,
How I think your harp I hear
Keeping me fully awake,

When the dusk spreads its hue
Of orange and red so beautiful
How oft I think of you, my Lord,
As I get sublimated in your breeze cool,

I think of you and praise thee,
And your harp more I long to hear,
How then I find me merged
As my soul is driven near .

Jenayah Hela
@Spiritual Poetry
All Rights Reserved
Ode to the harpist

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