Sweet Morning

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Heartsong

My heart,

my heart,

my heart bears a wing

to fly away from you.


My heart,

my heart,

my heart wears a wing

to rise with you

into

The Heart of the Beloved.


Let these hearts—

yours and mine--

fly into the fire

of Love.


Let these hearts—

ours—

shine together

through embered

Ash.


Burn, burn

oh, burn our foolish hearts

with parental Love

until we are reborn

as golden beams

streamed forth

from the Light

of the One.


--Pamela Dawn



4 Comments:

At 3:21 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

thank you, dear friend. IM

 
At 2:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

A heart so full of light,
a heart so full of love,
shines,
and shares
and saves us...
Pamela Dawn has such a heart.

 
At 8:00 PM, Blogger Passionvine said...

Yor poems are exceptional.

 
At 8:33 PM, Blogger Nimbostratusdweller said...

My heart,

my heart,

my heart bears a wing

to fly away from you.



My heart,

my heart,

my heart wears a wing

to rise with you

I hear in these 2 stanzas the rhythm of a heart beating. Amazing.... I re-read your poems over and over...so few poets I read again, again. lovely Pamela

 

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