Golden pages

Crafted words upon golden pages
Brightly lite up
Beams of sunlight
Ripple like gentle dew drops
Dripping honey sweet to my lips
This nectar rushes to my head
Fills all the empty spaces with glory rays
Words in colour
Colour in melody
Melody in song
Songs of living light
Penetrate the essence of my being
Becoming one in image
With the One in whose image I bear
Breath of word made flesh
Flesh of word made new.


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