My Wellbeing Dangles With Her Words From Her Lips

I stand a distance am attentive and

Enthralled, she absolves and revolves and hums,

As is true with angels with outstretched hands

To entice and intrigue like when death comes.

Her tresses curl covering bare shoulders,

Her sun dress slips caressed by gentle wind.

Her hand delicate and reaching over

To correct God’s natural hankering.

Glimpse those calling eyes disappear in spheres,

So upholding saints meaning while still closed,

Shine a quality to divulge my fears.

Lips open slowly, what will she expose?

A reflection as effortless as dreams;

Before the truth I seek that seldom gleams.