COME HERE Beguiled one.. Sit upon my breast. Sing to me a birdsong. A new love.
Come here.. So that when thy garment of silk shall fall away off thy shoulders my hands will catch thy pure sackcloths. Amongst the stars.. Thy star is the most brilliant, radiant, passionate. Beck for me... Come here. Say thee to me. "Touch my garment" "Darling..Dear." -- I AM MIISRAEL [Winniespoetry Copyrighted 2010/December]
"But pay attention to yourselves that
your hearts never become weighed down with
overeating and heavy drinking and anxieties of
life, and suddenly that day be instantly upon you
as a snare. For it will come . . . ."
Selected from Luke: 21: 34-35 NWT of the Holy Scriptures
Presented by MIISRAEL
