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Book of Kings

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I feel like the Queen of Sheba to your Wise King Solomon.

I bring the gems of my own insights, my pearls of inspiration.

For the last steps of my progress I want to trip along eagerly,

Excited to challenge, question and probe.

As the King unto the Queen, you offer all I could desire.

Nothing is hid from you when my stream of questions

Joins your tranquil ocean of wisdom.

I commune with you all that is in my heart

And learn that you exceed my expectations.

When I leave, my ship is light upon the water,

Sails grown big-bellied with the fruits of grace.

 

© jsmorgane Sept 2016

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Embraced

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I thought I heard you stretch
On the lawn beside me,
I heard your wide skirts rustle
In the trees above.

I thought I heard you mutter
In your midday slumber,
When I found it was
The crash of distant waves.

I thought you woke and straightened,
The shadowy branches reaching,
I thought you smiled to tickle
The sunbeams through the leaves.

I meant to bend and kiss
Your reassuring laughter
Already with the butterflies
Tumbling away.

© jsmorgane

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Early Morning

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Waking to Your gentle call I curl up in Your lap,
Letting sleep linger yet a little longer.
Your embrace is soft yet forceful and
When I rise, Your hand rests against my cheek,
And I stretch into all Your splendour.

I exhale the last of yesterday and my first words
Turn into a prayer. When I open the shutters
Your laughter kisses me fully on the lips.
When I splash water in my face, Your fingers tickle me
Like the drop stealing down my neck.

When I open the door, You leave with me in the fresh breeze,
Yet You remain to close the door behind me.
I start working towards the evening
When I, with closing eyes, return to Your arms,
Knowing I will wake again to Your smiling face.

© jsmorgane