by Poetry99
© 2001 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved
Violets were blossoming, their beauty
astounded any eye to see.
The wondrous fragrance only incensed the precious existence of
purity.
Standing before Jesus, all could feel his presence, body electrified
with powerful energy.
Alone an angelic harp played the healing tune of destiny.
Around rainbow of lights danced up the ceiling of
fortitude.
His existence was felt a private spiritual interlude.
The ivory light beckoned to world; all it did include.
At the sound of his voice, the lock was unshackled, stars
unstrewed.
Taking a willing hand, golden sandals touched the
heavenly staircase.
Awed at drama unfolding, confused silhouette finds comfort in His
loving embrace.
As glorious feeling washed away any fear, He kissed her serene
face.
Reaching the top she saw heaven; she found grace.