when will these eyes behold your dome
and this heart rest in your presence?
i long for the day this distance ceases
and for my soul to finally be at peace
wrapped in the quilt of your tranquility
held in a warmth beyond words..
one only found under your dome..
a heart that has never known the sight of your dome
has already made you a refuge to its worries.
whose broken pieces somehow,
though scattered upon different paths,
and despite the aching distance—
find their way only to you,
uniting and becoming whole,
under your dome.
a heart knows where peace awaits,
and for it to long for a place
its body has never known,
leaves one to wonder:
is the true guide the heart
or the mind?
or it is the soul
that quietly draws the path for them both..
when will these eyes behold your dome
and this heart rest in your presence?
i long for the day this distance ceases
and for my soul to finally be at peace
wrapped in the quilt of your tranquility
held in a warmth beyond words..
one only found under your dome..
a heart that has never known the sight of your dome
has already made you a refuge to its worries.
whose broken pieces somehow,
though scattered upon different paths,
and despite the aching distance—
find their way only to you,
uniting and becoming whole,
under your dome.
a heart knows where peace awaits,
and for it to long for a place
its body has never known,
leaves one to wonder:
is the true guide the heart
or the mind?
or it is the soul
that quietly draws the path for them both..