One day
the Song of Solomon
shall swallow
the book of Romans
up into itself.
Then the beautiful cathedrals
will fill with trees,
the baptismal bowl
will become a luminous lake,
the holy aisles will be flowered paths
and birds will be quickly
admitted to the choirs.
Then the simple pulpit
of a country church
will become a great stone
upon which is everlastingly
written these words:
look no longer here,
for God is writing
his beauty
with a lover’s hand
upon the waters
of your heart.


About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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