Such A World

Highest Divinity
Yet Nearest Family
Sweet Visitations of the Soul
No poem or song can carry
The Sublimity of Presence
Only Silence dotted with Breath
Full, yet hushed in Tender Holiness

And humbled; for how can it be
That Such A World could live in me
Angels gliding through my veins
Saints embedded in my bones
Most Gentle Mother in the marrow
Beloved Christ within my heart enthroned.

~Cheryl Anne
a grateful morning song
(image by Marie Ellenrieder)

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