Spiritually bathing by hallowed olive blossoms,
the moonlight offers gracility’s omniscient awakening…
Rising from the silent darkness of sombrous shadows,
where our cup flows with the sacristy of ambrosial nectar,
the living essences of our souls continue to cleanse and breath,
spilling from the milky seashores another glorious discovery…
Dowsing the moonspun nightfall with quintessential serenity,
we are luminaries to the holy temples of wisdom’s voice…
A sheath of undeniable learning paving the celestial pathways,
as our cloaks of truth are cleansed inside the holy waters
while we plunge deeper into the descrying eyes of understanding…
Knowing that we are prayer shawls within the vigils of light;
The living sovereignty of divine spiritual balance illumes,
edifying deeper into the sacred tallow’s of innate spirituality…
© Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley