I will try to send some light to you in the mornings. .. R

The Migration Of God’s Love
Written by Richard Q’zeromen for Audrey

The holy, is in the air…

When your voice stirs with the wind,
the calm of the day brings forth the sound of your heart.
The beating of your heart is lost before the wind,
and you have ridden the crest.,
as an Angel would glide on her wings.

The Holy, is in this stir…

I understand you now,
for Gods creatures play within site of our eyes, my beloved.

Yes, the Holy is in the air…

When you sing a song from your Soul,
you permeate the air with a harmony that is unknown.
You bridge God with Angelic smiles,
and this has brought me to you, everlasting friend.
No mermaid of the deep,
cast a siren that makes a man become a man.

Aye, the Holy is in the Sun. ..

The Bee that visits the grace of its feeding flower,
knows of this sounding.
The river that you bathe in is kindred to your love,
though its ripples never return,
your voice is a tower of light, never loosing site.

You watch over those you love.
You sacrifice, so that others are born.

Recognize me, through these gifts of words,
for your floral way,
has brought the migration of Gods love to you.