Cosmic Blessing

Ascend thy peace and swell of calm, thou seest azure blue, a celestial hue. With pale silver streaks surreal, Suspended I rest in a celestial field. The air so sweet to taste the due, whilst new wind caress thy supple skin. Here among this silent, tranquil chill, I call on the power of our dear Lord’s will. Come forth dear Father and still the madness, Let madmen know their time is folding. When wicked hands raise weapons high, Dear father may all see your wrath thunder by. Though pain may strike and take a few, in solace dear Lord they rest with you. May old stars explode and blaze the ruin, a cosmic healing in abundance strewn. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Nov.14/2015