You were waiting for a miracle,
Glance toward your toes…
Look, there…in the garden
At the angel in the rose.

Search stands of olive groves,
While the silvered moon wanes,
Listen for a mystery…
Sacred Love gentle lives.

We are the marigolds ,
Leaning toward the Divine,
There… are no sides,
There are no lines.

Here are no losses,
Like sun, golden rising…
Love is here resolving,
Eyes that are blind.

by Máire Ní Bhroin


About desertflower7

I am an artist and photographer who loves to cook, sculpt and play with words in my spare time. I am single and the proud mother of a wonderful son who, along with his beautiful wife, shares a passion for the Arts.
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