Dear Wisdom

I dance for you, through sleet and snow, and soar the seas,
For dreams to flow. My lotus fair, a thought adrift, the rift
Of souls, a cryptic gift. For spirit shards, the depth of
Light, a shattered flame, the birth of Christ. Angelic scars,
A plight beloved, the breadth of faith, and tears of love.  
My thetic heart, a passion flare, a beat to skip, the grip of
Prayer. For sacred rites, the pegs of blood, the drums of
Life, a mystic flood.

I dance for you, through sleet and snow, and soar the seas,
For dreams to flow. My sutra vibe, the pulse of mirth, the
Girth of flame, a cultic birth. For soul to wraith, the face
Of love, a mystic glint, a cryptic glove. My physic veil,
The ail aflame, the grief of thought, the walk of pain. For
Spirit shards, the depth of streams, the pride of Christ, a mystic scheme.