Bold Love

childrenGlobe

Oh Love, only holy one;
most broken, most potent,
most torn, most whole:
all adore you.

Hope’s rosiest odor;
throne room’s door and window opener;
ocean of down home consolation:
all invoke you.

Own our souls, most honored one;
probe our enfolded motives;
bowl egos over.
All worship you, Bold Love.

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