Aaron James Santos
Desperation may be felt last December
over the whirls of the uncertainty
such spinning of minds and whirlwind resides not in time...
Invincible purposes not felt to glorify you
If I could just gather the clouds,
If I could collect the countless raindrops,
If I could arrange a flight through Venus,
If I could embrace the moon and the sunset for you,
and touch the heavenly bodies to endlessly love you,
Would you float with me by way of the air
and tick off the delightful stars?
Will you remember how I caress your blanched, smooth cheeks like living waterfalls sprawling through the rivers of thankfulness?
You are wrapped with His grace and veiled with all the angels from the Heavens,
just as you are a beautiful song in my
existence...
By: Maya Guzman Santos
