Poetry

[lovecast]

Behold, a Desert Rose has grown,

Its' sacred form – prophetic shown,

In water path, gives to us this plea:

“I grant to you the phoenix-flight,

So mountain's peak – you leap the height,

And walk on stormy sea,

“To ride with Angels, the winds of change,

That wandering soul finds rest from range,

And home at last is free.

“Dispelling shades of gloomy dark,

In rapture heart-flame's loving-spark,

So all the world may be.”