118. The Wait  

Posted by Dr. Dheena Sadik

On gentle tip toes
My fingers flow
Warm pure clouds
O' newborn Dawn

You leave me spinning
Whimsical ballerina, I
Floating free of gravity
Divine Cosmic Trance

You sprinkle softly
O' Silver Moonlight
At dusk, I await here
Eager gratitude near

Heart felt ecstasy
humbled by Divinity
Bowing to the Wait
Feeling my Breathe

Silent secrecy
Uniting as One
Universal womb
O' Beloved Wait!

—Dr. Dheena Sadik © 2011

This entry was posted on Sunday, October 2, 2011 at 7:25 PM . You can follow any responses to this entry through the comments feed .



February 27, 2012 at 1:16 PM

I love this poem.. It speaks to me.

July 1, 2012 at 12:10 PM

Post a Comment