By Nikki Quismondo
With his gracious gifts that are unending
they spin me around into a thousand afternoons of pure sunlight,
His voice travels at the velocity of everything holy
through oceanic waves, onto the golden fields of childhood memories
I sat one afternoon enjoying the deep blue sky of a zillion wishes,
and commenced the holy spirit to celebrate the zeal of his graces
I was shown the many feet upon waters that walk in miracles,
through the different color flowers, with many names
I’d ask so many angels to sing his integrity
they showed me a space beneath the loops of many cosmos
where his mercy and his strength
were combined in a sea of endless love
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