A BRIDAL MARRIAGE SONNET The Kings daughter glows, all radiant within, Her shining raiments raised from purest gold, She surrenders to her gracious God of old. She lives without a trace of guilt or sin, Shes triumphant, certain always to win The fight to save worlds sleeping frenzied fold. Shes well beyond all reproach, and so were told Her voice is still heard within worlds dreadful din. An aspiring pilgrim prayed for her to wed, To share Oneness by the sacred marriage bed, A celibate marriage of which the mystics sing, Consecrated with a fiery ruby ring. She consented if first he Realised Self, And freed himself from demon egotistic elf. Alan Jacobs
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 09:37:55 +0000
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