Saturday, April 8, 2017

Ella May Brown - The Room-less Kingdom

Fear dies to love,
it fades to an unknowing that love is made new in every place
the beloved whispers in all forms
like light in the darkest room
Though it seems time moves to something
there is only ever this,
as though the answer is never given or any question asked.
A fire burns always
it never dies
its the beloved
warming every cell
Clouds rush to it
from nowhere
they change it seems
but the dark vast sky it moves in always remains
Peace comes to no one,
peace laughs to see the search
through pages looking for a book
But the door is not open
for there is no door to the room-less kingdom.

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