If You Worship Me

If You Worship Me

 

Oh Dearest One where dwell the light and impenetrable darkness 

In You all eyes open to find their sustenance, their being

Every matter worship in motion or silent stillness 

In This Ever-Flowing Fountain of Love all bow to drink in obeisance 

 

Oh Dearest for this Love that finds its truest essence

Its purest expression is seen and felt in continually giving

Creatures of other dimensions invisible to finite eyes relish Your Presence

Consume in continual worship, for all a joy in truest living 

 

Then this first desire when welled up in a light bearer

Who given the knowledge to be in a presence that has no beginning 

Allowed to be so close to The Source of Life and not step any closer

Here where for Love choice given knowing  deception coming

 

Eternity looks through time, for this one thing we were warned

A desire for a knowledge beyond perception still lingers

A creature still lurks needing to be worshipped, employs a world as pawns

Stones of fortunes, loaves of fame if we cast ourselves down; none delivers

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.