Your Truth Your Heart

Your truth your heart, the pulse of flame, abrades the soul,
Imbues the fane. And palm to prayer, a wounded love, a
Fallen kiss, a spirit flung. And chiseled pride, the flare of
Poise, the jaunt of grief, and ample joy. Plus the glitter,
Inflames the soul, the spirit swept, and flaming gold. Thus
The bosom, the ache ablaze, suffused with light, a
Mystic haze. And life to blood, a diamond heart, a river
Born, a growing spark.

Your truth your heart, the pulse of flame, abrades the soul,
Imbues the fane. And gift to God, a daring love, a rising
Tear, a spirit flung. And starry dreams, the flame of prose,
A mystic stream, a cryptic code. Thus the chorus, the rune
Of praise, aloft the clouds, beneath the caves. And palm to
Prayer, a wounded love, a fallen kiss, a spirit sung.