A Longing Soul

 Mary Louise Rosas

She has found her rising
While her enemies look at her in shame, she flees up to her treasure-house, as matters strike her eyes in order to blind her.
She opens her eyes, casting-off her blindness; and utters words..
My soul was sick because it dwelt in a house of poverty;
            But yea has come to rest in the one who is at rest,
While the light from his eyes overwhelm the foes who oppose her,
and capture them in her presence;
              Like nets hidden from view.
My soul returns to my body and to those who had given it to her.
And the passionate light shining on her, does not set.
You are uttered by a voice,
but by mind you are glorified.
As my soul journeys……… forevermore.
My soul has tasted these things and have come to realize sweet passions are fleeting,but yea battle against her to fall.

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