Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Sunday, 14 June 2009

Burning Away the Mask

Blazing Sun
Burns away my mask,
Revealing a fearful soul so small;
I am tired and scarred.

I smell the Presence,
The fragrance of healing.
My hands reach out for
Invisible Reality,
As a Music -
Not in my ears but in my spirit -
Calls me passionately
To a life worth living.

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Truth

Vibrantly ethereal
Truth.
So clear So exact So precise
Slicing through "impenetrable" darkness
Like a light of diamond.
Rays of color, rays of light -
We cannot touch it,
But it touches us gently.
The dark cannot touch it,
But Light crushes Dark with
Infinite force.