All I came to do- Hear tenderly, and know we are one,
Behind the rise and the set of the sun.
We are subsumed in this finite skin,
As less than what we are, abbreviations, and lies,
Hampering and laying the material divide.
Where love reigns, disinterested yet alive.
Nineteen, copyright ©2017 Aria Ligi The Australian Times
3 Replies to “Oath Oar”
The sense of timeless authority in this beautifully layered verse is certainly to be envied!
Excellent, Aria. Wonderful poem.
Excellent, Aria. Wonderful poem. Elizabeth Jane Timms