Poems ✍️

the singing in the living, listening heart

tells love in whispers; and the heart is always

listening; for that heart is always bliss; all

hearts in all ways, blest by ceaseless love;

the blaze of bliss in life is our soul’s singing;

this peace, our life as winging gift that’s blest;

its light brings love, sings peace, and brims the heart.



(An experiment in assonance without rhyme: the assonances are in a staggered sequence through the lines)