In Pastures Pure

Praire Chrisroll
I seek but to
be
the encased
reality of
world’s delusion
melting
away.
To pastures
green and pure,
beyond the
semblance of
an eye
that obscured,
sees nothing
worth His
name.
Beyond all
destinies.
Beyond the
crumbling
fall.
Away to where
my heart is
ever seen.
This is where
my desire
resides;
within the
wonder that
is All.
Here is
where my soul
resembles
me.

 

image courtesy freedigitalphotos.net/chrisroll

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