THE SOURCE OF LOVE
At the top of the stairs to your Church,
crumbs of eternity were scattered.
Between them, I found the sweetness of your heart.
You asked me to stay, even though, I was unworthy.
You forgave my sins and didn’t ask for anything.
You bestowed never-ending love on me.
The memory of your gentle touch,
set me aflutter, and envelope in boundless trust
You, conjuring the mirage of endless love,
You dropdown like rain on me with Heavenly brightness.
Stand close by me stay in my soul and my mind
and deep down in my heart wherever I shall be, please.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
