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 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.