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Maya Angelou – Touched By An Angel

Why must I struggle for words….
There is nothing to be said,? the poem and video describe itself.

Holding hands, touching lips,
open hearts, full of bliss,
teach me to love.

Words can’t say, how I feel,
close to you, poised to yield,
teach me to love.

You’re the mold, I’m the clay,
make me yours, I’ll never stray,
teach me to love.

Hold me close, through the years,
I’ll grow old, quell my fears,
teach me to love.

When I die, hold me still,
meet me there, on heavens hill,
teach me to love.

Lekatt

She entered the water
without sound, as a flight
of splendid golden stars,
winked through the night
vanishing toward Mars.

Bursting from the surface
to leap into the sky
she grabbed at the
nearest moonbeam
to wrap around her thigh.

Her garments, vaporous
in the pale moon light,
flowing as pink ribbons
on winds of the night.
Spreading out forever.

She spoke but one word
as her radiance sated all
space with bedazzling light,
glossing it with wonder, and
from above, she shouted, “Love.”

Lekatt

Eternity doesn’t flow into the future
for it is without time or distance.
It is not large or small,
it takes no space at all.

Eternity is wherever you are.
At this very moment you stand
within its assumed boundaries.
Yet it exists without boundaries.

You are eternal, you make it real.
Without your being, there’s nought
to be done, no, not a wee whit.
Until you decide to deal with it.

There’s plenty eternity left
for building a path above.
A life of peace and joy
to share with those you love.

Lekatt

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