The Holy Isle
A holy Isle,a sacred place,
with
a nestle of fine trees,
that stand aloft, the heavens to see,
with the backdrop of billowing clouds.
A sacred path
upon the rim
leads to this Isle
of grace;
the surrounding terrain,
hidden in mist,
is a sea
from which the Isle protrudes.
This holy place,
where all is quiet,
is a sanctuary for souls
who wish to look only
to the stars
and lay on grasses
underfoot,
and sing to the tree's
perfect sway
and whisper to the breeze.
And when each journey has ended
here such souls take rest
with lofty guardians all around
to share with, talk to,
and confess.
When summer comes
the vale below
—covered with wild flowers
and seeds—
will bear the fruit
of nature's song
so rooted to bequeath
unto the Isle
this beauty to see
and give to the Isle such praise,
for all it has given
as it takes watch
over
each track and winding trail
that each soul may take
therein to pass
unto the fair realm,
of this sacred place,
the Holy Isle,
where peace is found at last.
Poetry by Morning Star
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Written on 2012-11-14 at 23:58
Tags Spiritual Inspirational Mystical
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