July 24, 2015

Hidden Mysteries

Arms that touch my soul
bringing life with a certain goal
that was hidden from the world
brings blushes to this little girl

A rose touches her cheeks
bring joy to days of bleak
as the lilies come to full bloom
bringing fragrance to her stale room

God’s eyes bring daydreams to thee
growing in beauty her eyes do see
she feels a kiss upon her young brow
feelings of not knowing why or how

White beauty she has become
for hours she has become one
the flame deep inside her frame
shall burn, but no scars shall remain –

as she regains her simple sanity now
from hidden mysteries upon her brow

- Rhoda Galgiani


Karen O'Leary said...

Dear Rhoda,

The rhyme flows effortlessly in this poem. You are such a talented writer, my friend. You are invited back to Whispers at any time.

Love and blessings,

Rhoda Galgiani said...

As you can see I am not writing as I use to years past. Enjoying my new hobby of Crocheting - LOL Nice change. Thank you so much for the comment Karen...rg