Feel the power that’s deep within,
beneath the noise and below the din.
In lilac waters we bathe our skin,
near end of fear our hopes begin.
Yet be in show or truth a saint,
our eyes reflect the life we paint.
An image of soul we strive to draw,
that’s free from sin and void of flaw.
May blessings rich be our due,
with oaten pipes sweet and new.
Our trials such they keep us strong,
secure our steps from err and wrong.
In tempestuous seas and scabrous wind;
our waves of grit approached the brim.
Photo credits: www.indianartideas.in
Posted for’ Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United
& Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads